Another One of Those Things That Would Only Happen to Me...

So I bought my monthly tanning pass. I like to go to my friendly neighborhood Asian nail salon. They have one bed. Walk-ins only. First come, first serve. Spray bottle of cleaning fluid. Affordable rates. The last being the most important factor.
The one thing they don't have? A lock on the tanning room door.
I asked once and I am pretty sure the owner told me that they were advised to that would have to have immediate access in case someone passed out on the bed or something.
So for the first couple of summers that I tanned there, I would place the chair in front of the door. Last summer I decided I had been overly paranoid and stopped blocking the door with the chair.
Oh, if only I had kept my insane paranoid tendency for once.
Today, as I was standing there, slathering lotion on my leg while balancing on the other leg...I heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening. I looked up to see the younger guy who may or may not be married to one of the daughters (although I think he may also be gay...it's very confusing). We both screamed, he quickly tells the person on the phone which is glued to his ear that he walked in on a client, and he slams the door and disappears.
At this point, I have two options. I can grab my clothes and run out of there. Or I can finish with the lotioning and jump in the bed. So I went with Option 2.
As I was leaving, I glanced around the main room. My new friend was nowhere to be seen. Too bad. At the very least, I think he owes me a bottle of OPI polish for my pain and suffering.

Humbled

Punk Rock Mommy is truly amazing.
Warning: you may need tissues.

Summertime Blues and How to Beat Them

I should not live in Central Arkansas. In spite of being a lifelong native, I really can not take our summers.
So what do I do to combat the heat and humidity? Plan a trip to Florida. 'Cause it's not hot or humid there at all.
Actually my BF Leslie (and yes, I can hear Miley Cyrus singing because I babysat my *friends* MJ and C-man over the weekend and we rocked out to the CD in the way that only 6 and 4 year olds with crazy babysitters can do. And I even wore a Hannah wig. Oh yes I did. And my fiungernails? They still have gold sparkle polish.)....now where was I? Oh yeah, Leslie and I have been planning trips to take together for the past, oh, 14 years. We started making plans in college and we've never gone anywhere together. Our plan to move to New York? Never happened. Our Myrtle Beach vacation with her in-laws---she went, I had to cancel because of work. We try, we really do.
So we've found cheap tickets online. We've found a free place to stay (because my friend is keeping his house in Florida even though he has to work out of Cozymel for the next two years---ooh, his life is soooooo tough!), only minutes from the beach. And seafood--we must be near the seafood.
We're not going until September. I know it's kinda off season--but this is our joint birthday trip. She's an August baby and I'm an October girl (as is her daughter, the ever delightful MIA!). And it should be very pleasant on the beach but mayhaps a little less hot? A girl can dream.

Conversation about Car Repairs

Suzi: So my car's air conditioning died over the weekend. The fix-it guys can't figure out what is wrong. Something about the fan.

Phil: Maybe it's the air intake ...(insert lots of boytalk-about-cars here)...or the capacitor.

Me: Oooh, maybe it's the flux capacitor? Quick, call Marty McFly!