Tuesday, July 01, 2008

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.

Weird.

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!

8 comments:

kenju said...

I used to get my nails done at a salon run by a husband-wife team from Vietnam. I dreaded getting him, because he did the same thing to me - and on my bad toe - the one I mangled in the lawnmower. After he did it 2 times, I nver went back. Ouch!

Mahala said...

I can't get up the nerve to get my feet done. I want to..but I'm askeered. I have a gimp thumb that I slammed in a car door when I was little. The nail fell off and grew back all wide and smooshed. They always have a hard time matching a tip to it. At the salon I used to go to, the guy who used to do my nails taught me how to say "special thumb" in Vietnamese.. which I'd always say and everyone would laugh. Now that I think about it, I might have been saying "I'm a douchebag."

Anonymous said...

I'd bounty hunt with Tommy Lee Jones, with or without weaponry. That man is HAWT!

Did you at least take advantage of the nail guy's mistake and ask for a discount for next time?

tiff said...

OW!!!!!!

Ewowewowewow.

Have a lovely Tuesday.

Anonymous said...

Oh, I once dreamed I was married to Tommy Lee Jones and he was running for some office. Governor or president, I think. I'd rather have gone bounty hunting with him, though. *g*

BetteJo said...

Wow - you almost had me going to have my nails done - but there's a chance of blood? I don't like blood. Hafta think about it now.

newduck said...

The benefit to getting a hole drilled in your finger by your man-icurist is that the next time he does your nails, he'll do a fantastic job. MAN-icurist. I crack myself up.

Mahala said...

Har-har lol.