Pink Lotion

By 9:30 this morning I was out the door for a self-proclaimed "Day of Beauty". My hair has been cut and coloured and my nails look faaabulous. The "Day of Beauty" was only 2 hours, but it was a luxury that was truly a necessity. As the pink lotion was rubbed into my hands and feet, I let my troubles ooze away. What is it about the pink lotion that allows me to feel like nothing matters but that moment. Maybe that's the key - I'm living in the moment.

When I returned, my email Inbox said 73 new emails, but I certainly felt more equipped to handle them.

It's been a strange couple of days. The rescue has had SIX cats returned in two days. Three bonded pairs. Since I handle these post adoption problems and returns for the rescue, I was worried that my usual understanding and diplomacy might be a little..um.."off", as I was dealing with my own sack of rocks.

I held my breath when there was a voicemail message from one of our adoption coordinators for my "Parker". Somebody is interested in meeting him. They haven't called me yet, but I'm trying not to fret over it. He's being treated for an eye infection, and I'm sort of hoping they choose somebody else to adopt. (ack!)

Put under the title of "Guilt Free Zone", I received the following picture from Owen's foster Mom:

Owen and his new best friend Cliffie LOVE each other and have become instant friends. I couldn't be happier and I sure needed some good news. :)

I wonder what's REALLY in that little bottle of pink lotion?