My date on Tuesday went well. I actually got to say, “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
His response, “Just my keys.”
Yesterday I had MY FIRST mani-pedi. I know it is uncharacteristic of me to pamper myself but my little cousin Sarah is here and Lisa treated her to a mani-pedi as a late birthday present and I decided to go along for the ride. The other reason had more to do with noticing my dates staring at my feet:
As the woman went to work taming my digits, I kept hearing her utter, “I’ve never seen so much cuticle!” At any rate, they look much better now. The toenails are painted a very sweet mauve color. I hope the stares reduce.
In other news, our very own B.Davis is a real person. I know because yesterday we connected on Facebook. I came close to not befriending him mainly because I didn’t want to shatter the vision I had of him as the Unibomber… but as it turns out, my image of him wasn’t that far off from reality.
Okay, now you’ve got some ‘splainin to do. You show
a pair of hairy feet, then segue to mentioning me.
(I do have cuticle problems, though….how did you guess?) You’ll be glad to know that I haven’t made a bomb in at least….oh…..four or five years. I’m adding more Facebook pictures so soon you’ll know me better than the FBI. And maybe one day you’ll find out if I’ve got keys in my pocket. But I doubt it. Thanks for friending me 🙂
I can’t say that I’ve ever pictured you as the hobbit type Donna. A bit elven perhaps, but not a hobbit.
BDavis, nice to have you on board… you’ll see a lot of the ole’ commenters on my Facebook friends list… although not Gomer… not only is he not on Facebook but it appears he has disappeared again.
Seems it was pretty easy to find me on FB, huh? I guess that anonymity factor I thought I had going for me went up in smoke.
Robert…. sadly I am the owner of size 11 feet. There have been times I ditched the shoes and wore the boxes.
I remember YEARS and YEARS ago when I was in Berlin, I put on a pair of Birkenstocks and the guy I was hanging with exclaimed, “They’re not toes! THEY’RE POTATOES!” Scarred me for life.
As I stated awhile back, a person with minimal search skills can ferret out information easily. I’ve been in the IT field for about 20 years, so if I can’t figure out who you are, I might as well find another line of work. Clues you dropped: where and when you went to college, approximate location of where you live. Cobble that together with your first name and do a Google search and voila! Face it — there is no such thing as anonymity on the internet if you’re on it regularly. You want to see something scary? Rent “The Lives Of Others” (2006), a movie about the East German secret police (otherwise known as Stasi). That organization knew EVERYTHING about EVERYBODY. I’m just a chatter, not a spy. You’ve got size 11 shoes, huh? I ALREADY KNEW THAT. Just kidding.
You asked (rhetorically, I think) what this world is coming to. In my part of the world it’s been hell for 27 days in a row. A few day ago the LOW temperature of the day was 86 degrees. High temps in Dallas, TX:
July 2: 101
July 3: 101
July 4: 100
July 5: 102
July 6: 102
July 7: 102
July 8: 105
July 9: 101
July 10: 100
July 11: 100
July 12: 100
July 13: 103
July 14: 103
July 15: 105
July 16: 101
July 17: 101
July 18: 101
July 19: 101
July 20: 100
July 21: 102
July 22: 101
July 23: 102
July 24: 104
July 25: 106
July 26: 102
July 27: 104
July 28: 101