...and bells on her toesles!

Or maybe I should have titled this 'I've got toesles that jingle-jangle-jingle!', even though they actually don't. 


Meg has added a new epithet for me to her repertoire:  Toe Ring Slut.

I am also known as Shampoo Slut, Cosmetics Slut, Media Slut, Shopping Slut, ..., and so forth.

My specific epithet ;-) as far as Meg is concerned is, I think, Consumerus. 

Meg can bite my ass.  It used to be that every time she and I walked by any arrangement of hair products, Meg would start sing-song whispering, 'Oh, Shampoo Slu-ut...  Shampoo Slu-ut...  Come buy us, Shampoo Slut!  We're lonely, and want to meet all the other shampoos in your shower!'

Meg is *so* lucky that I am not inclined to pop her, 'cos if I were, she'd be popped but good by now. 

Today started out in its normal, shiteous way; I get up way too early, feed my kitties, pill Romeo, and go in to Eviljob, where I wade through either dumb questions or making a chapter lesson that I will never have to train (or occasionally proofing something, or making timing blocks, whatever), etc.; I stay until early afternoon, then when whatever is on NPR starts to lag a little, I head out to my car so I don't miss anything.  :-)  Ok -- today was the same, except that I had to race to the local warehouse clubby thing to buy cat food, and then over to Supermom's SiL's for the Suckerware show.

Note:  I am using Suckerware as just a generic term for the type of 'home show' one occasionally gets roped into, be it *actual* Tupperware, Mary Kay, Partylite, fake purses, whatever.  This one wasn't fake purses, thank god, 'cos the last fake purse party I attended, I left.  I honestly did not realise what the crap was going on until I arrived and saw some of the shit on the dining room table (one might wonder exactly how stupid I can be -- this stupid is how stupid) and it occurred to me that -- conceivably -- I could lose permission to work on some stuff if one of these people (many of whom I had never seen before) is some over-zealous cop and thereby lower my value, probably for life, over crappy stuff I am not going to buy anyway.  Before I walked in the door, I actually thought it was just some purse-selling pyramid scheme like all the others, with regular purses.  No, I am not a natural blonde.  Shut up.  In case anyone is simply dying of curiosity, the one today was Partylite, and yes, I know they are a total rip-off; I just happen to care an awful lot about the hostess for this one, and my take on it is that she (a) got roped into it via a lady at her church (who is a shitty saleswoman, btw), and (b) wanted the free candle-stuffs.  Can you blame her?  Naah.  Plus, she & her SiL really knocked themselves out, food-wise.  Adorable!  Such a mom!  :-)

So we had a fun time at the Suckerware show, actually; really wonderful people who did not give me the first bit of crap about not being religious (a goodly chunk were from Supermom's church, but thankfully they were quite civil, and in return I was quite diplomatic; I can look at the carpet for a couple minutes for someone as awesome as Supermom, and I am 100% honest with her -- she knows I am looking at the carpet -- not because I *tell* her, but because she knows me so well), or wearing pants (I honest-to-gravy forgot this morning; I am easy to get along with, not weak, and could have very easily worn a skirt or dress if I had not had to get up so damned early such that it slipped my mind.  And yes, Supermom never wears pants, slacks, culottes...at all).  For what it is worth though, Supermom herself was not born xtian, she turned it when she married because it was important to her husband and she already believed in a god, then found that she was happy and comfortable in the church of her husband's family.  So now she is that religion -- her family had a few members there, and they are all a *completely* different religion (they are from Trinidad for several generations, but they are actually Indian, ancestrally-wise, though when asked, Supermom says she is Trinidadian), so we had fundamentals, agnostic-y athiests, and Hindus all pigging out and shopping together in peace; you know -- the way the world should be.  I had fun.  :-) 

I begged Meg into going, and both Meg and I ordered stuff.  Now, I would like to mention that *I* ordered $30-something worth, mainly because their stuff is horribly over-priced, but I wanted to help out *my* friend, 'cos she needed to sell like $400-worth to get her gift, or whatever.  Meg, however, found several things she liked, and ended up contributing $130-ish.  But please remember:  It is ok if Meg is the one who is doing it.  And I was trying to send her hand signals that some stuff could be gotten elsewhere, for less.  But the stuff she did get was cute, I do have to admit that. 

Butsoanyway. 

So the party broke up pretty quickly (bad presenter-lady.  tres-way-bad presenter-lady), and Meg and I left to go to this thing downtown Meg wanted to see, an expo in the park kind of thing.  Well in the midst of the snoozefest, I found a booth that was doing fitted toe rings. 

Yay.

I *love* fitted toe rings, especially the stacks, not that a lot of people get to see them -- usually, I am wearing closed-toe shoes of some sort.  But I love the look of toe rings (and anklets, and barefoot sandals, for that matter), and have tons of fun with them -- as long as they are fitted.  I really am not a big fan of the adjustable ones, though they are cute.  Maybe later.  I can totally see me trying to tackle cats in a parking lot and find my fucking foot rings after, ummm-hmmm.  Once I become a Lady of Leisure, I might do rings that cannot take a beating.  In the meantime, here.  Look.  See!  Also here (*hilarious* caption!!)!  Any more than that is bordering on too much, I think.  It should be done tastefully.  Oooh!

At the present time, I have quite a bichiya look going on (Supermom not counting, cos she's Trini, Fundy, and at Eviljob, I work with a lot of guys from the RofI at Job 2, and when I have slipped my shoes off, or run into one at school or Out, I have had to explain that no, I am not married, or why on Earth a reg'lar ol' Honky Chick would be making with the serious foot jewellery), and the two rings I bought this (early) evening totally round my bichiya-lookin' toes out.  I had to explain to Meg at least four times that I can (and will) take them off, change them around, wear only one, none, two, all five...whatever.  Right now, I have just the second toes with two full stacks, but I may change later...kind of like I always do.  I changed to what I *was* wearing just maybe a month ago.  And, yes...I *do* keep my feet really clean. 

Sigh...I am going to make Meg take me for Thai today if it kills me.  That was just a side note.  :-)  I want Thai coffee. 

Butsoanyway, that is what we did; then I went to dinner with her.  We bought a new computer for my father a little over a week ago and are waiting for him to tell us he has blown it up, but so far, so good.  Yay.  Though we ended up having to buy a printer also, 'cos his printer was not compatible with Vista.  Grr.  Hate Vista.  Hate it.  Though it does have a cute little task bar thingy on the right.  Speaking of parents, I had someone ask me how my mommy is doing, and why I don't talk about her as much as I have in the past.  In case anyone is interested, it's 'cos she is holed up, writing a book.  No, seriously.  It is (now don't laugh!) a type of life coaching book in her field of expertise (STOP LAUGHING!  If *I* am not allowed to laugh, *you* are not allowed to laugh!)  She's been on it for some time now, and *says* she will be finished shortly and then gets back stuff to change, and then in theory is done.  And no, it is not a vanity press thing.  Yay, Mummers...ummm...I think. 

Lord, god; someone will actually be getting guidance from my mommy.  Save us all. 

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