Tonight it was mani/pedi time. I asked Nina if she’s going to be able to do all my friends’ nails because they will want theirs done like mine. She looked at me like I was crazy (I know the look pretty well, so what?) and said “nope.”
I forgot to ask for clarification, but one of two things happened:
1) she realizes she is making a fool of me and knows no one will want this look.
2) she doesn’t believe I have friends.
Not sure that I want to get to the bottom of it. Sometimes mysteries are best left unknown. And sometimes lil’ girls don’t get tipped for their nail salon services…
Also excited that Blogher featured a piece I wrote on their site. If you have time buzz on over and let them know you think I’m an alright person.
I’m still here. I’m not sure how often you want to hear from me here, so I wanted to make sure and check it.
If you don’t feel like you are getting enough of me (I don’t blame you), always feel free to send me an email through the contact page or facebook me or whatevs. If you have opinions on how often I should write, let me know. If you like my hair, go ahead and let me know. If you got a new hair ‘do, let me know and I’ll let you know if I like it. In the future I prefer you check with me before you get it done, so I can help decide. This time it’s ok. Let’s take this friendship to the next level. My friendships have like 39 levels, so don’t feel too good about getting through the first one. Yet don’t be discouraged either.
Here is something from when Sophie was 3 years old that I wrote:
“Mama when the snow turns to poop and then it melts…” Let me stop you right there, Sophie.
<-Dear NASA- I will be withdrawing my daughter’s application for early admittance to NASA’s applied Meteorology Unit. Thank you. ->
Returning to Sophie’s room this morning I was greeted with the following old Chinese proverb: Nina crying with both hands over her ears and Sophie crying with her hands over her eyes. I fleetingly registered: Hear no evil, See no evil and wondered if we may need to have another kid to fulfill Speak no evil.
This was thankfully abandoned once I went on my commute to work. Little Miss “little blue car on her little cell phone not hitting the little gas pedal when the green arrow popped up”( I have done 127 posts about Green Arrow-gate, therapy is obviously not working) brought the clarity to my situation that only intense aggravation can bring.
I am speak no evil- There must have been a slight hiccup in the universe today causing the delay. Also I forgot to have my hand over my mouth while the cluster of cusses escaped. I was proud that I at least was able to resist Honking no evil and Flipping (the bird) no evil.
On the way to daycare this morning things took a serious turn. Sophie called an important meeting by uttering the words “I have something to say,” in a serious tone. Nina and I exchanged a look. From the look I imagine we both were thinking “we can tell you have something to say because you’re doing that thing people do when they have things to say…namely talking.” However her hands were folded in a businesslike way and both of us waited for the impressive announcement which was to follow. “We need to get a dog.” That was the announcement.
I glanced at Nina. Any backup I had from the previous glance had receded. I could tell it was up to me. “You would have to vacuum everyday,” says I. “No, I wouldn’t. I’m a kid. I don’t know how,” returns she. Inadvertently hitting the nail on the head. Thankfully the biggest plane she had ever seen (it was soooo not) flew across the sky at that moment and Sophie side tracked herself by making Nina jealous that she couldn’t see it.
Sorry Nina, in hindsight the relief I felt for moving on to the plane even with the frustration it caused you, seems wrong. I can’t put my finger on why, but it feels a little traitor-like. Sure, I owed you one for abandoning me on the dog issue, but I guess that’s to be expected to a degree. We have a better chance of getting a plane (you would totally be able to see it than and it would be the biggest ever) than a dog at the moment.
I think someone accidentally saw me rolling my eyes at them during a conversation they were having with someone else. Now I have to do that thing where I pretend I have a twitch in my face that requires me to roll eyes periodically throughout the evening. That way they think I just have facial tics instead of the real problem. Real problem being: I think some people are idiots. It’s really exhausting to be this compassionate.
Ps: Is it overkill if I add in an Elvis lip or an eyebrow raise to keep it exciting? I draw the line at drooling. At least drooling on purpose.
PSS: If I end up in the ER because someone thought I had a seizure can I count on you for a ride home? It doesn’t have to be you personally, but if you could call and pay for a taxi. Well wait, I think it should be a limo. I earned a limo with this right? Yes, that is fair. If you must- a helicopter will be ok in a pinch. Probably not one of those hoverboards that catch on fire. Unless they have fixed whatever starts fires- in that case I need one of those. And then after I am home from the ER I would probably keep it to do testing.