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Under the Microscope

Wow! Two posts in one day! How lucky did you get? What can I say…it is Saturday, and I just do not feel like writing those two long papers that are due next week (shh…don’t tell my professors). But I digress…

Have you ever felt like you were under a microscope? That’s how I felt today. First, a bit of history, since I don’t think it would be fair to deny you all of the juicy details of my life.

While on vacation in California, I treated myself to a trip to the first nail salon I found. This was after I confirmed that my credit card was working. Wanna hear that story? Naw…not today…

Anyhow, I got myself a nice set of pink and white acrylics. It’s always difficult to communicate with the nice ladies in those salons, so I did my best to explain how I wanted my nails done. They didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted, but it was okay.

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All was good, and I got through my vacation with nice nails. We returned home, and life returned to normal.

Well, this morning, I thought I would venture out, get my nails done, relax…

As the technician began working on my nails, she started talking to another gal, who came over and started closely inspecting my nails. Then they start chattering. Another gal comes over, and the same thing happens. I nervously chuckle and ask if anything is wrong. The technician working on my nails asks where I got my nails done. I told her in California. She asked if I was from around here. I explained that I live here, and that I was on vacation. Nothing else is said. Meanwhile, more chattering between the technicians…me not having a clue about what they are saying. I try a lighthearted joke about feeling like a science experience. That went over like a dead weight.

When she finally got done, and it was obvious that I just LOVED my re-done nails, she laughed and told me that my nails were, uh, not very good before. Here’s my new nails:

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Good thing I have a sense of humor (despite what my daughter says). I think I’ll stick with my Florida nails!

The Dogs Display Their Christmas Finery

Alright…I’ll admit it…occasionally, I get a little silly…despite being an “old” mom.

On a routine errand to get a bag of dog food, I had to splurge. I love spoiling my animals. The rabbit has more chew toys than Donald Trump’s baby, for goodness sake! But, I digress…

Here’s what I came home with TODAY (I’m sure the dogs would have been happy if I had left well-enough alone!):

Pele is not amused…
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Molly wondered why we didn’t get a clue from Pele’s reaction…she readily displayed her displeasure.
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The Santa suit didn’t make Aubie happy either.
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Yeah, I know…Molly didn’t seem thrilled either.
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So, nice “mom” that I am, I returned the costumes, which were way too small anyway. BUT, something else caught my eye…must get three you know…wouldn’t be fair to leave anyone out…

Poor Molly…she’s tired of this game. Pele was already tired and refused to have his individual portrait taken.
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That’s it, Aubie, just bide your time…the torture will be over soon…
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By the time I took this picture, the dogs were too exhausted to move.
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Boy, do I love my animals! Can’t you tell?? <chuckle>