- Used a hammer drill for the very first time.
Myself, and the wall, remain in one piece (with the exception of the holes, which are by far the prettiest drill holes I've ever seen. Not that I'm biased or anything...).
We have a proper loo roll holder in the bathroom again, thanks to my drilling; something we've been without since June last year. I'm looking forward to all the money we'll save now we're not employing a butler to hold the loo roll any more*....
- Turned our house into a functional zoo
After my initial drill success, I got a bit drill-happy and hung up a LOT of animal-shaped hooks.
Our bathroom is now replete with this lovely Triceratops, who I am pleased to report holds my dressing gown with a lot less grumbling than our loo roll butler did**.
My bookcase has been adorned with a charming yellow duck and incredibly suave bull. Both from Tiger, obviously.
|Duck and Cow. Don't you reckon they'd make a brilliant crime-fighting team?|
- Turned my hair canary yellow
After Saturday morning's deliberations, I bit the bullet and bleached my hair. It was, to put it politely, ONE BIG GIANT DISASTER. Some bits were ok, but the majority turned a colour I can only really describe as Radioactive Custard.
|THE BLEACH *cue ominous horror-movie music*|
I didn't have time to re-do it before visiting the in-laws for Mother's Day (and my face had also gone rather tingly from all the bleach, so I figured slapping on more poisonous goo wasn't the best idea...) so I spent the whole day looking like the fourth member of Hanson. I did manage to resist the urge to break out a bit of Mmm Bop over Sunday lunch, though***.
Late last night I applied a new dye which I hoped would fix the general Big Bird-ness surrounding my face. No such luck. This morning I awoke still looking like a slightly less pointy-eared version of Legolas, so I had to spend the whole day at work wearing my beanie hat. I do NOT work in a beanie hat kind of office. Thank God for the snow, I say- I spent the day telling everyone how cold I was (and constantly pulling my hat further down over my ears).
I've currently got dye number 4 working it's way into my follicles, so please keep EVERYTHING crossed for me that this one actually works. Otherwise, I will have to resort to one of two options:
1. Shave my head.
2. Buy more hats.
* Just kidding; we aren't anywhere near fancy enough to employ a loo roll butler.
** Seriously, I am kidding.
*** Ok, there's a slight chance that the bleach has leaked into my brain.