So I am really enjoying reading all of your answers to my blog contest. There are a fair few entries, but I’m going to keep accepting them until Saturday morning and I’ll announce the winners on Monday as well as my answers in case you wanted to know. You have all sent me such great stuff I’d like to share maybe not all of it, but at least the fun stuff here. If you don’t want me to just shoot me an email.

Anywho, onto bloggy stuff…

Tons of errands to run today so I was mad busy.

First stop I had to get a new set of nails. I ripped them off about two weeks ago and have been procrastinating going to get a new set. Well one part procrastination + one part trying to coordinate going with my mom = 2 weeks of naked, paper thin, easily ripping, sad looking nails that freakin’ hurt everytime you bump something with them. I could just pop over and get them done but as you know by now, Cupcake is only 6 months old so she hangs out in her tres chic leopard carrier (don’t tell me you’re surprised) while mommy gets her nails did. The problem with that is that random strangers will totally walk up and attempt to take her out of her carrier if she starts to fuss. Seriously, I’m sure thay are just trying to be nice, but don’t you dare pick up my child (without my permission) if I don’t know you. Can I get  an Amen from the congregation, please? So now I schedule all nail visits with Mimi so between the 2 of us we can keep an eye on the babe!

Oh and after 2 kids Beauregard still hasn’t figured out that he is not the baby. Roll in a stroller, carrier or any other baby hauler and he’ll be curled up asleep in it in five minutes flat (in his defense he is cute though).

So anyway, my guy is filing away on my nails when this lady walks in. Picture this: Frizzy granny permed gray hair, floral muumuu, house shoes–I swear, I kid you not my friends.

She announces to the salon at large, “I need a pedicure,” but it’s not what she said so much as the manner in which she said it. Let me just say if you have ever seen Mike Myers’ coffee talk skit (the one with Roseanne Barr & Madonna) this woman was totally channeling Rosy’s old woman character. Now granted I’m watching all this through the wall mirror behind my technician, but the woman sits down at the pedicure chair where the pedicurist (is that a word?) is running the water.

She says in her too-loud Roseanne voice, “Do I put my feet in now?”

The pedicurist (well today it is a word, kay?) nods and asks, “what color you like, Ma’am?”

Rosy immerses her feet, jerks them out and hollers,”It’s hot.” (really, genius did ya’ think it’d be cold?)

The pedicurist adjusted the water.

Rosy puts her feet in again and says “It’s still hot…(dramatic sigh)…I guess I’ll have to get used to it.”

The girl repeats herself as she adjusts the water temperature again, “What color you like Ma’am?”

Rosy stares at her as though she has no clue what she is talking about so the girl repeats herself,” What color you like, Ma’am?”

I watched and it looked as if a light bulb literally went off in Rosy’s head so she answers, “I want French white,”

The girl crosses to where I am sitting, rifles through her station for the white polish I’m assuming, and all the while she is chatting in Vietnamese with a coworker (and you just know she is bitching about this woman. I know I would be. I mean seriously it’s bad enough that she has to keep repeating herself, but rude-much-old lady is a moron).

So when she goes back to Rosy she explains that the French will be extra.

Rosy says, “How much is a pedicure, ’cause I cain’t afford both.”

The pedicurist says, “The pedicure is twenty dollars, French is extra”

Rosy says, “I don’t want a manicure,”

The pedicurist is shaking her head and repeating, “French is extra.”

The other manicurists are looking at one another trying to decide whether or not to send reinforcements.

The pedicurist explains again, but this time with lots of hand movement.

Rosy, I guess got the picture because she quit complaining about the cost of the pedicure, but with her next breath she says, “I want you to cut my toenails real short. They’re real long, and I want ‘em short. Don’t cut ‘em to the quick now, but I do want them short.”

Oy,

I really felt for that poor girl, and I’m still fighting away icky visions of what old Rosy’s feet must have looked like. I certainly don’t envy her having to touch them, euwwww.

Moral of the story: Tip your manicurist well–for every normal client they serve, there is another out there like Rosy.

On the knitting front, I’m feeling so guilty. I have been so busy working on patterns that I’ve spent very little time knitting. I did spend time on Lady Eleanor last night, but I can’t say that she’s changed dramatically enough since last time to post another pic, and I don’t want to burn out on entrelac, because one of the first two projects for Shokay involves multi-colored entrelac. I can’t wait to get started. Fortunately my yarn from Shokay just left Shanghai so I hope to see it soon.