It’s one of those nights where I have a lot to say, but struggle with the ability to get it all down in a cohesive manner.
You know, kinda like every single day here at From Inmates To Playdates.
For starters, I enjoyed breakfast and a pedicure with my BFF, Becky on Wednesday. As I picked up just about every single bottle of polish on the rack to choose one, I busted out laughing. For some reason that whole choosing a polish thing is a bit much for me. You’d think making a dumb decision like choosing a polish for one’s toe-nails would be easy. Decide on your mood, find a color to match it, and choose it. Instead, I stand there handsing all over the bottles, picking them up, shaking them, and turning them upside down to look at the name. You know, as if the name will make a difference as to whether or not I’ll choose it. Only it does make a difference. Because sometimes I find a color with a wonderfully delightful name, and I spend the rest of the week laughing at the color.
This week’s wonderfully delightful name was, “Kinky in Helsinki”
See, I told ya.
Wouldn’t you love to have the job of naming the nail polishes?
Man, my mind is racing just thinking of it. Thursday thirteen, anyone?
On a totally unrelated note, I have a Ginsu knife review/giveaway coming up next week. I got the knives in the mail a few days ago, ran them through the dishwasher and actually COOKED dinner this evening (Cola Chicken to be exact) so I could use them. You’ll have to tune in next week to see how the Ginsu can change your life.
Or something like that.
On the off chance that you did something stupid today, you should know that you are not alone.
I ran through the drive-through of the biscuit joint at the end of our street and got all the way home and into the garage before realizing I drove off with my ice-cold-coca-cola-classic, but not my biscuit. So, I opened the garage and drove right back down there to retrieve my scrambled egg and cheese biscuit.
What can I say? I was pre-occupied with my stubborn iPhone that wouldn’t come on. In fact, I was sure I was seeing the screen of death. As it turns out, it was just another episode of funky behavior. I think my beloved is on its way out. I sure hope not, but I am trying to prepare myself for the inevitable. If my precious dies, you can bet I’ll be crazy. As if my crazy flag could fly any higher…
I am, after all wearing Kinky in Helsinki and wielding ginsu knives.
Have a great weekend, y’all!