please pass the split personality disorder Hmmmm.... Anyway.... I have been on a girlie binge lately. I painted my toenails! I could count the number of times in my life I have done that on the shiny, mauve toes of one foot. When my toenails are painted, it gives my feet a gruesome look, like something from a Ren and Stimpy cartoon. Also, I bought makeup. Really! I had a coupon. After spending like half an hour looking at all the lipstick colors (with names like "pregnant in Paris" and "pre-teen romance"), I let Juniper pick out a color for me. Meaning, I put her close enough to grab, and bought the one that she snagged with her chubby little paws. It's awesome! It's the pinkest, perkiest, sparkliest, most Britney-Spears-esqe color ever. I mean, if you're going to go all girlie, don't do it half-ass, that's my thought on the subject. I don't know why I'm getting in to the coiff. Most of my life, I've relied on my personality to get me by. I guess that, now that my personality is all old and bitter, I might have to try to get by on my looks. I'd probably get farther on a broken down ten speed bicycle, though. Bill quit his job. Effective August 22. So ends an era. An era defined by sleepy, grumpy husbands. |