he passed and other things . . .

with flying colors!!! The doctor was amazed. My old sloth has the stuff!!!!


and dorkism #3746

Joanie and I went to get my second ever pedicure. So I figured this time, I would be an old hand at this most wondrous phenomenon. And I was. I settled into my comfortable chair and played with all the buttons, I relaxed with my feet in the water watching the different colored lights flash back and forth, I moved my feet when he needed them moved, I barely flinched when he tickled the heck out of my feet with the loofah brush, I kept my tootsies calm as he painted each one . . . Vodka and Caviar . . . I sighed appreciatively when he threw on the hot towel, and I shuffled over to the drying station without scuffing my new paint. And there is where I got into trouble. The drying station has a place for your hands. Check. And then there is a shelf and then there is the floor. So I happily propped my feet on the shelf . . . until the little girl came over and motioned for me to put them under the lights . . . UNDER the shelf. GAH!

So of course she had to tell the guy who did my feet and they giggled . . . and giggled. And they were right. I am a dork. With an audience. Oh, why can't I do these things alone, at home, in the cave?

Oh yeah, I do. I just don't tell you.