So, do you know what I learned last night? I learned that the BEST medicine one can take when feeling a bit under the weather is: A Pedicure by the Neighborhood kids! Woo! I mean – come on people – could life get any better than this? First though- I had to give all of them pedicures (this is actually a common occurrence in my home. The kids come over and I give them pedicures) so they would remember the procedure.
T and LilZoot loved it, of course. And their feet turned out so smooth and pretty. And really – could any 9yr old pedicure be complete without Homer Simpson slippers? I think not.
T and LilZoot weren’t the only ones who got pedicures. Ts sister RayRay got one too. Unfortunately for her, I suck at painting toe nails! I give a good foot massage, but the paint? Yeah – it would be kinda like if you told a 2yr old to do it. But actually – they’d probably do a better job.
But there is still one other person who I gave a pedicure to. Who could that be? Could it be the gloriously masculine MrZoot? I think so. My husband – who downs protein shakes and benches, like a gazillion pounds – likes to get his pedicures too! The hard part about MrZoots pedicures is the boy is DAMN tickleish. I mean – he screams. Really SCREAMS. Ask the kids. They were all laughing at him as he was screaming/laughing during the pumice scrub phase. I dont think I’ll ever actually take him to a salon – it would probably kill him.
Finally – it was MY turn. The boys took care of the pre-paint duties. They actually FOUGHT over who got to massage my feet. I mean – are you jealous yet? I had people fighting over who gets to massage my feet! They took good care of their sickly Momma/MissZoot.
And then RayRay painted my toenails a pretty shiny pink color. She did SUCH a good job. I think I may just make her paint them all the time. There was NO polish on the skin and I don’t think I could ever say that when I paint them myself.
So anyway – I’m up and moving again today. Going back to work (late) and hopefully all will be good with me and my shiny pink toenails. Who cares if there are animals sleeping on my head now?!
When we left off the “Pillow Fight” saga, I had put the SK8TR Boy pillow I had been using – that Bambi seemed to love – in his bed and had gotten the pillow off the guest bed for me to use. As you see here? He wasn’t using it. However, I wasn’t going to accept all of your predictions that it was that he just wanted MY pillow, not THAT pillow. I thought, maybe he just wants it to be OUT somewhere soft, like my bed. I mean – honestly? That pillow doesnt really fit in those beds anyway – so it wouldn’t be that comfortable. THAT is why Bambi didn’t use it. I was totally convinced.
So, I made him a nice bed on top of LilGirls cage. I put the old comforter on it, and then the SK8TR Boy pillow on top of it. Isn’t that a great idea? SURELY he’ll just love that. Dont you think? Its soft underneath, like my bed is, but it still has the SK8TR Boy pillow on top of it. AWESOME. And? Its in the sun. And? He can see out the window on it. I’m a freakin’ genius people. I have totally solved the problem. And all of you? Will be proven wrong. And I? Will gloat gloat gloat.
Well, obviously, he still preferred his plain old basket. But, I still wasn’t ready to accept the theory that he just wanted MY Pillow. I thought – maybe its just because its daytime. Maybe, at night, he’ll want to sleep on the bed I made him with the pillow he loves, right? See – I’ve been home ILL (super-painful-I-want-to-die-ILL) for the last two days, I don’t know his daytime habits. Maybe this is what he does EVERY day, so he wouldnt change his habits for a silly pillow, right? So SURELY at night he’ll sleep on the pillow he loves, right? SURELY you all will be proven wrong, right? And SURELY I’ll still be able to do a GLOATPOST right? Surely…
Okay. So this is LAST night. Notice I am NOT using the SK8TR Boy pillow. I am using the guest bed pillow. SO – you were ALL right. It wasn’t even just MY Pillow. It was evidently MY Pillow with MY Head on it. So you are all a bunch of Cat-Lovin Geniuses. Well – all you Geniuses NOW have to tell me what do I do to stop this. Before he actually gets stuck in my ‘fro permanently.
So this weekend, Chris posted an entry that had a picture of his cat sleeping on his head. I made a comment Monday that my cat had done that for the FIRST TIME the night before. IT was soooo funny. The cat – you know – sleeping on my head. So funny and cute. But now? The cat – “Bambi” has staged a mutiny with my head and I am no longer allowed sole ownership rights to my pillow. MY PILLOW. This is a pillow that I traded with LilZoot because I didn’t like the new big fluffy pillows that go with our new big sheet/comforter set. I like old flat ones. So LilZ and I traded. So Bambi, does not want that nice fluffy pillow either. He wants MINE with the SK8TR boy pillowcase on it. For the past three nights, I’ve started out sleeping on my pillow, but woken up with Bambi on it, and me with NO pillow and a pained neck-region. So, what does a stern dictator do when his/her land is taken over by the village idiots? I give it to them of course. I put the pillow inside the cat bed and took another old flat one of the guest bed. We’ll see what Bambi does now…BHAHAHA.
(Any bets on him taking the guest bed pillow away from me now and ignoring the one I put in his bed?)
Okay. So American Idol is now over. And all I have to say is this. That was even more crap-tacular than last week. Have I been watching this show for so long that EVERYONE is sounding like ME? (and trust me guys – that is NOT a compliment. I sing about as well as I sew…and take it from LilZoot and his crooked-ass curtains, that is BAD). Have I lost the ability to honestly judge these people? Did any of them sound good? At one point during the Johns performance? I started screaming in agony it was so bad. Is it just me and my raging hormones? Have I been watching this show so long they all sound like first round rejects? Or are they all as dreadful as I hear them to be?