These things are not related, except that they happened to me.
Nick fixed my charm bracelet and I am wearing it. I love it. Please note bullock cart with wheels that turn and scissor that can actually snip paper. Hours of entertainment.
Also. Yesterday I spent $52 on face cream. And we had no Internet.
Face cream: I am a huge proponent of Cetaphil, which I think is just the best stuff ever. I've had it recommended to me so many times.
And then yesterday I saw my dermatologist for a full-body check. The kind you ought to get yearly, to make sure you don't have any random cancerous bits growing. They check everywhere. Even places the sun doesn't shine, even though you think it's all related to the sun.
But in any case, I am going to be public-servicey and say that it's a good thing to do. Especially if you are fair and spent your childhood in the sun. With no sunscreen.
Regrets? That's a big one. Wear sunscreen!
So I don't have anything worrisome growing. Relief.
But when you have a well-respected professional peering very closely at your face and saying, "You know, you ought to consider something that will soften your skin and get rid of some of those fine lines..."
You wind up whipping out your card and paying 52 damn dollars for a little jar of something supposedly miraculous.
I'll let you know.
Internet: Also, we had no Internet last night. No clue why. Cable worked but wireless didn't. And neither of us could get on anyone else's network either. There were no networks to be had.
Was it possible the whole neighborhood had no Internet? This is what Nick contended, as I was frantically clicking and plugging and unplugging and generally working myself into a lather.
Because how can you do wedding crap with no Internet? How can you obsessively check email? How can you Google anything?
You cannot. Just like the olden days. With Ma and Pa Ingall on the prairie.
Or, um, life prior to the late 90s.
We fiddled and fussed and turned the cable thingy and both our laptops on and off and on and off approximately 92 times.
We had to call my parents and make them get a pen and write down information. Because we couldn't email it to them.
Same thing this morning. It just doesn't work.
No Internet!? No explanation?! What if we go home and it's the same story all over again?!
Embarrassed to say the idea makes me a little batshit.