(Hi Doctor Nick…)
Not much new here. Monday we took the boy and Blanche home, bought a ton more dog food/toys/etc and met with Blanche’s realtor.
Ooh. Let’s go to realtor.com and see if Blanche’s house is listed! Ooh, it is, it is!
No pressure, friends, neighbors and lucky readers of my ‘blog.
Anyway, got home about 9 pm on Monday. Way to have a 3 day weekend. Tuesday, we got through about half of our restaurants W-2 printing when we realized something wasn’t right on them — the company name :::foreheadsmack::: Ugh. I stayed until 5:30 last night to get us to the same point we were at when I arrived at work Tuesday morning. Today, we’re almost finished. Hooray!
Today was big fabulous nail day. Started the breakup process with Patty (Hi Patty!). Waahh. Got a manicure and a pedicure. Have already ruined — and I mean really, really ruined — the pedicure. Stupid, Stupid Elaine. Was supposed to meet Gene at 7:15 at Japanese restaurant. Didn’t leave salon until quarter til 8. Jammed unset feet in shoes to walk into restaurant. Stupid, Stupid Elaine.
Let’s write a Stupid Elaine haiku. Five syllables, Seven Syllables, Five Syllables, right?
What a Stupid Hooch
Does she think pedis grow on trees?
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid Elaine
BTW, that counts as haiku only using “new math”. Don’t cry for me, Argentina — there is something about calling yourself Stupid 9 times that really makes you smile. If you can’t laugh at yourself…
UGH. Pedicures are expensive. What a stupid, stupid thing to do. I meant to bring my pedicure flip flops with me and that would have made things…better. Maybe I will totally princess out and see if Patty can give me a polish change tomorrow after work. Way to erradicate your gift certificate with stupid extra services, Elaine…