Ho, Ho, Ho and a bottle of Chianti

Iceberg! Ahead Left!

As I was awaiting the arrival of the plumber to investigate our recent rash on plumbing issues, the water line for the basement toilet became disconnected from the tank. How a propose since the plumber was inbound. As if the universe had whispered a little somethin'-somethin'. The sound of rushing water spraying at greater than 75 psi is not quite like the sound of a locomotive or a F5 tornado but still disconcerting to the audible palate. With cat like reflects, I pounced. In conjunction with the insuing flood in the basement, the phone was ringing. In the back of my mind, I began to wonder if that was the plumber calling to notify me that he wouldn't be showing up today. After wrastling with the serpent weilding line and shutting off the water, I answered the phone in a soaked fashion. It was Kristi. She wanted to know how things were going. I'm the King of the World!

Frosty the Snowman

When in Rome do as the Romans do. The best $10 spent today was on a pedicure at the grand opening of a local chain of spas, "Lifestyle Spa." A third of the normal cost! You can't beat it. At least with a stick. I dropped K off while I picked up a flick at Pocket-buster. When I linked up with her at the spa she was kicked back in a heated massage chair having some young oriental girl working her feet over. If I only had her skill set. It didn't take much proding to get me into the chair. Did I mention it was only $10. Frugality over masculinity. Aaaaahhhhhhhhh..........though the idea of scrapping back my cuticles seemed a little disturbing so I turned away and concentrated on the pulsating chair. Did I mention it was heated. There were polished stones in the whirlpool foot tub. Something for your toes to play with while your pedicurist (is that an actual title?) works on the other foot. The whole jealousy thing.
Phase II of Operation Playing Footsie: Toenail Painting. One of Da Vinci's seven virtues relates to being in touch with one's femine side. But greater than Da Vinci or his code was just the impetous for doing something aberant. My original selection was green. (for the holiday. Besides green accentuates my blue eyes.) No green in stock. A reprieve from my apparent act of insanity.....Hell no. A mere inventory problem was going to stop the voices in my head screaming, "Jump! Jump! Jump!" Bring on the snowman. Actually the gentlemen responsible for cleaning the soaking tubs (the tub scrubber??? is that an actual title???) had recommended it in passing while moving between tubs. I was high on caffeine, so let's rock. In a nano-second I became the nexus of fashion and curiosity. Customers and employees alike came to see the new born snowmen on my big toes. Let it snow, let it snow.