Pinkie Nicks and Stun Guns

Lawd have mercy. It is 8:37 a.m. here in the holler. We're all scheduled to be at work at 8:00 and Bubbles? She's been on the phone whispering for the past 35 minutes, telling the tale of some long, drawn out drama involving church, some male she "just can not stand" and how she told him off (and off and off) last night. She's either talking to her bubbahubby or her mother-in-law because no one else here will listen to her bull hockey.

I know it's all bull snot because when Bubbles is confronted, she curls up in a ball and whines. Any telling off that was done, happened in the confines of her little airheaded imagination.

Moving on..

I had the weirdest dream yesterday morning. I was a bounty hunter with three men, one of which looked a lot like Tommy Lee Jones. They wouldn't let me have my own mace or stun gun and I was pissed.


Ya'll may have noticed the new "Butterfly Blue" design shown in my sidebar. I just want you to know that stinkin' thing almost blinded me. I had to redo it several times and by the time I finished, I was cross eyed.

And I'm not really happy with it.

I think I'm going to do a yellow and orange.. sort of sunburst version of it too.

Oh yeah and yesterday at the nail salon, I got this guy who always wears the exact same red and white checkered, western style shirt and giant jade necklace. He's not very friendly, but he always does a good job. Only yesterday, he must have been having an off day or something, because he sanded hole in the tip of my pinkie with his Dremel tool thingie.

There was blood. There were nearly tears.. his not mine.

He apologized and doctored it up. For a second there, I was afraid he was gonna call 911. It's just a tiny nick.. but bless him.. he thought he'd scared me for life.

Ah well. I guess I'd better get with the program. I'm rockin' a three day work week and I've got filing piled up on every available surface in the office. Ya'll have a good one.

Later Taters!