Back to normal - sort of

 Today wasn't as bad as I anticipated.  A conversation I had went a lot better than I feared but it's so much different than it was 10 or 12 years ago.  It wasn't about how I'm a failure.  It's how can we make this better?  I wish I knew that answer but I appreciated the sentiment.  It's a kinder world some days than I'm used to but I'm ok with that. 

I am curious to see how things go with the roofing people on Wednesday and Thursday.  I'll be glad to be gone for part of the afternoon.  Nothing was ever checked when the landlord decided  he wanted to buy this place.  He trusted our previous landlord and then when things went wrong, he blamed our old landlord.  No - you didn't do your homework.  You are the problem.  

It appears that I'm turning into the Martha Stewart of Dollar Tree organizing.  Originally I would see something to maybe flip on eBay for a profit but I gave up on that stupid and really not a great idea.  After unpacking the boxes that were going nowhere, I am finding some of the Dollar Tree items I got for organizing a great use.  I got two dishes that were for fourth of July yesterday that I'm using to store the 50 million lip balms I have by my bed.  It looks like an ash tray for lip care.  I found a small Valentine's box I got to put a couple of my dermaplaning tools. I put my vitamins in a basket I got from my mom to remind me to take the damn things.  I just want to be less messy. I don't know if that's possible.

My make up bag is going to go away at some point this summer. I have this big kitty cat bag of make up that's probably old and expired that I had hoped to make a profit.  Well I forgot the part that make up goes stale after a couple of years.  After getting berated by someone that yelled at me for selling old mascara, I realized maybe I should look this up.  She wasn't wrong for being mad.  She was still an ass in her messages to me.  It's been interesting to open some of this make up and see how dried up it is.  That could have been bad but I knew some of it wasn't going to sell. I might just donate some of it if I think it might be ok.  Another expensive lesson learned.

I'll keep trying and make things better.  I am just looking to my first summer without the Great Fava.  And the evil monster.  

What a great luxury it is to have an outlet in the bathroom.  I feel like a rich bitch! 

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