Engaged in v. girly activities with Thin Blonde Girlfriend turned out to be perfect way to spend *cough cough* sick day. Am v. happily tapping away at keyboard with daintily manicured fingers, while matching toes remain tucked away in tall leather boots. And two layers of socks, as is v. cold today. TBG was v. good Boys Make No Sense therapy partner, as well as translator for chattering nail technician, who am assuming was Vietnamese.
VNT: nod, nod, blah blah... beautiful...
H: nod, nod
VNT: Where you get them done?
H: Get what done? I'm sorry...
VNT: Your eyebrows so pretty. Who do them for you?
H: Oh, thank you! Um, I do them.
VNT: You do?! Oh, so pretty. Maybe little long right here (pointing out eyebrow error). Very nice. I cannot do mine. She (pointing to nail technician hard at work on TBG's french manicure) do them for me. Very pretty.
H: Thank you.
Who knew? Well, yes, do spend considerable effort grooming aforementioned eyebrows into current slightly arched state. But would never think to compliment anyone on their... eyebrows.
After staring mindlessly at blue-lit fish tank in blissful, slightly buzzed state, ended day with TBG's cookies in already too-full stomach, J's head in lap and Monday Night Football on the TV.
Was v. nice sick day. V. nice indeed.