PINKBUNNIESLIPPERS

You've read the book.....now here is the real story.


So here we are on one of the last evenings of VA-K and Mr PBS is sick. Feverish-chills-can't-speak-I-feel-so-gut-wrenching-awful sick. In other words as we women call it: the sniffles.

Seriously. I have been shelping ginger ale and blankets back n forth all day*. I have been instructed as to the location (once again) as to the life insurance policy "just in case..."

On another note I went to the hair salon today. Having received a gift certificate. For a training salon. You know with NEWBIE HAIRSTYLIST WANNABEES. yeah.

Me: so uh how long have you been doing this?
Girl Who Looks Like a Long Island teenager circa 1985: Um OHMYGAWD a week! I've been on the floor a week!
Me: So what made you want to cut hair?
Girl Who I decided now looks like Amy Whinehouse minus the crack: OHMYGAWD I don't know! I just keep changing my mind!
Me: Please don't change it mid way through.
Girl who looks like Jamice from Friends does Janice laugh: you are SO FUNNY!

I swear this girl bitch slapped Amy Whinehouse and stole her bee hive and added big bangs to it. Also she must have had the door glued shut when she was in the tanning booth. I did find out also that (shocking!) she luvvvvvsssss big muscle body builder guys. Hello Hell? It's me. What crap did I pull in my last life to be delt this hand.




*ok, so I did escape a few times. I had to run to get toliet paper (um we were low only 24 rolls left) so off to Target I went. The I did a little more retail shopping and then I took Kat to the airport which of course in MY mind gave me another pass to stop and check of those pants I have been eyeing went on sale.