I HATE WHEN THAT HAPPENS

Last night I stayed up way too late. When I was at my mom's house during the holidays, I decided to steal a bunch of the old family photographs so I could scan them into my computer. I finally got around to doing it and was up until 3:30 a.m. cropping them to normal size. It was fun looking back at pics from when I was little and seeing pics of loved ones now long gone. Some of them also made me seriously question some of my "fashion" choices over the years.

When I did finally go to sleep, I vaguely remember having some kind of weird-ass dream about ghosts, and then I was awoken by this godawful beeping noise. In my stupor I reach over to Kev's empty side of the bed to practically break his alarm clock before realizing that wasn't where the sound was coming from. So I stumbled out of my room into the living room and stood in the dark trying to discern where the screeching was coming from.

Finally it became apparent that it was coming from the spare bedroom. I went in there and found Tinlee on that bed, completely unconcerned by the sound but looking at me like I was the crazy one. I flipped on the light and saw that it was the weather warning radio my mom bought me for Christmas. I wanted one basically to warn me of bad summer weather, not stupid snow. And why it chose 4:40 a.m. to start squawking about a winter storm warning is baffling. My phone has been warning me for days about the winter storm. And for the record, the damn storm started before midnight. Not only that, just exactly what kind of warning do I actually need for a bunch of white, fluffy stuff falling down in my yard?

I don't know who sends the signals to that thing, but if a tornado is coming, I'd appreciate the warning ahead of time....not 5 hours after it hits. I could be lying naked and dead in a field 2 miles from my house by that time.

So thanks for nothing, weather warning radio. You suck at life.

I shut it off.

I took off that really cute pastel saran wrap mani and did this. And if it wasn't 12:40 a.m. right now, I'd take it right back off. I hate when I take off something I really like and then follow it up with crap.

The base is a night neutral, Morgan Taylor Birthday Suit. I tried stamping on it with a couple different light neutrals and wasn't satisfied with any of them. I finally just used Mundo de Unas Cream, but it isn't what I wanted at all. I had a couple of regular polishes that I tried that I would have liked better, but they just weren't showing up. Maybe I should have just gone with white.

I got my Uber Chic 7 series of stamping plates today so I got this design from UC 7-03. Scrolly, flourishy goodness. My fave thing.

Kev will be home in the morning and then we are heading off to Manistique with Seven's parents to eat and go to the casino. Then he has to leave right away on Saturday morning. Short trip home this time around.

And after he's gone, so is this mani!

AND A HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

It is viciously cold here. As in "under a civil emergency" alert for the Upper Peninsula. The temp for most of the day at my house has been right around 0, but the 30 mile per hour winds with 40 mile per hour gusts have made it file like a steamy -25. 

Not the best kind of weather for puppysitting. I feel bad every time Seven and Tinlee want to go outside. Baylee doesn't care about the heat or the cold ever, but poor Seven and Tinlee are out there picking up their feet because they're freezing. And since the puppy plays so hard, she drinks a lot and has to go outside a lot more often than my dogs usually do.

She's still such a little love, but the little love didn't so much want to sleep last night. For some reason she thought jumping on me to play at 3:30 was appropriate. I disagreed. I let her outside and let her chase the laser for a bit to try to wear her out. She then woke me again at 5, 6 and 8, which is when I finally  just said screw it and stayed up.

Tinlee hasn't been too interested in her this time around. Seven has been trying to play more with Baylee, who really isn't interested but she hasn't learned the fine art of staying out of Seven's way. My ex sis-in-law stopped out with Razzie, though, so the siblings got to raise hell for just over an hour. They roughhoused non-stop for the entire time, and Seven completely passed out within a minute of them leaving.  Even I then managed a half hour nap.

Here's the final heart-themed mani I did, and hopefully the last one you'll see for awhile.

The lighter purple is Sinful Colors Baby Blues, and the darker purple for the Ali Express 12-51 heart stamp is Morgan Taylor Ultra Violet. This is another one I thought was cute but didn't wear it anywhere.

Seven finally woke up long enough to eat and play for a few minutes but has now gone back to sleep. Methinks I might be in trouble again tonight. I think she's planning to sleep all evening, saving up her energy for 4 a.m.

My dvr is pretty full from being gone last weekend.  Do I keep on watching right now?  Or do I take another nap to prepare for an all-nighter with the pupster? Quite the conundrum.

Geez, I remember when all-nighter meant something completely different.