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Toesies!

Originally uploaded by tjbax.

For those of you who were interested (and I know you’ve been waiting anxiously), here are the results of the pedicure!

Aren’t they cute? I think this pedicure might have been the tipping point for a full-on rush into girliness.

Neglect! I have been neglecting my poor blog! A week without an update! I realized last night, as I was admiring the results of my first-ever pedicure, that the last time I blogged was the day we made the appointment for the pedicure.

My toes are cute. They haven’t been this cute in years. Don’t worry, when I get back to my own laptop tonight I’ll be posting photos, because you have got to love toesies this cute. Silver nail polish, is all I have to say.

We went to the Engadget meetup Monday, which was fun, but hot. And dark. Last night we met up with a visiting Cloudmaker and went to Jaleo for dinner. Mmm tapas. So I haven’t exactly been around much.

This morning I arrived at work to an email from my mom, reprinted here in its entirety:

Don’t plan any other major vacations for next August. You’ll be expected at your cousin’s wedding.

Thanks for the minimal detail, Mom.

Now, it’s not that hard to figure out which cousin it is. My brother and I are the oldest on both sides of the family. There is only one cousin on each side who is old enough for this not to be a shotgun affair, and shotgun affairs don’t get a year’s notice. And since it’s more likely that I’d be “expected” at a wedding on my dad’s side, clearly the winner is… Tommy! Yay Tommy!
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Next week, Lisa and I have an appointment for a pedicure. I’ve never had one before, primarily because I can’t be bothered, but also because I hate the idea of strangers touching me. It’s part of why I don’t do spa stuff, and put off getting haircuts. But my feet could really use the attention, to be honest. And Lisa tells me that if I don’t like it at Sugar House, I really must not like it.

(Sort of like how I don’t like beer- people keep telling me that I just haven’t had good beer, but the fact is, I have. And I still can’t understand why people actually consume that stuff. However, I do know enough to find cheap beer especially revolting.)

So I’ll let you know how that goes.

Meanwhile, I was preparing to take Jack to the vet this morning, and I was crouching down, wearing my favorite black skirt, when I hear, “RRRRRIP!” The skirt split from the top of the slit in back, up a few inches, exposing, shall we say, far too much.

It was a terribly versatile black skirt, and was the one shred I was clinging to so that I wouldn’t have to go clothes shopping. Now I can’t avoid it. I mean, the rip was along the seam, so it’s fixable, but the skirt is old and there are snags in it from where assorted cats have tried to climb into my lap while I was STANDING.

I’ve needed new clothes for a while, I just haven’t wanted to actually go through the trauma that is clothes shopping. Now I really have no choice.