So I ended up painting my nails after all yesterday.

Fingers only, as it was too cold to hang around my apartment in bare feet for as long as it would take for the polish to dry, and besides, no point in having the cute silver toesies all hidden by socks and clogs.

But painted fingernails did mean one thing, that I was transformed into a big girly girl.

"Fran, are you going to the store?"
"Are you asking me this for a reason?"
"I just need a couple of things, and just did my nails! Also, it's raining slightly and I am made of sugar and will melt."

I mean, fresh nails, even after drying, still are dentable, so I certainly couldn't be expected to get out of my jammies or carry things or make certain that my cats have food or anything. I mean, one must have priorities in life.

I spent yesterday in great thrift and bustle, and can tell you that the most important thing that I learned all day was that the one sound that can shoot my cats out of a dead sleep at 100 miles an hour is the sound of whipped cream coming out of a can.

It's like flipping a switch, they go from sleeping the sleep of the righteous to trembling and drooling and begging to lick the spoon. They are like three little Oliver Twists. If ever I need to shift them for any reason, fire, flood, I'll just start spraying whipped cream onto some chocolate pudding, they will follow me to the ends of the earth.

The other thing I did on my Big Day of Doing Nails and Eating Whipped Cream and Frankly Not an Awful Lot Else was watch the first episode of the new season of Nero Wolf.

Now, I totally love this show, love Tim Hutton as Archie, love Maury Chaikin as Wolfe, love the scripts, love everything about it. But my question is, since when does the show take place in the 60's? Weren't they in the 50's just last season? And if they are in the 60's, how come it's only the girls who are suddenly in mini-dresses and big beehives and huge goggly Jackie Oh shades, and the boys are still in the suits with the big shoulder which frankly date from the 40's but who's counting?

I am quite perturbed by this sartorial breakdown. And besides, mysteries don't belong in the 60's, unless it's The Avengers. What's going to be next, hippies? Love children? To quote Nero Wolfe himself, phooey!

Speaking of Nero Wolfe, though, what is up with their using the same actors over and over again in different parts? I wanted to see Wolfe say to the actress playing the lead in this episode, "Wait, aren't you my daughter? Or weren't you murdered while on the phone with Archie one time? Confound it, woman, make up your mind!"

Lenten entries missed:

Colleen is learning to be a firefighter, which is totally the coolest thing that I have ever heard in my entire life. Here she and Dave are in their fireman costumes. Man, I'd love to do that, but I don't think that my asthma would let me. How she has time to do this with this schedule, I'll never know.

Today's horoscope:
Today you may feel torn between the "real world" and religious or spiritual perspectives. Keep a balance between principles and practicalities.

One year ago today:
"Remember when we went to five places and closed them down and had those ribs and Dawn was almost locked in and the hot chocolate was so good and the sun rose and we walked uptown and we didn't go to bed until 9a? And Byrne and Dreama and Dawn and Claire and Josh and Tracing were there? Remember remember remember?"

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