So, first of all PSYCH!!!
If you click the link below in the last post, I was all super serious about moving to another site and creating an awesome food blog, blah blah blah. Which I did and worked pretty well for a while. Then, I got burnt out and changed jobs and didn't have time to pour into new recipes and pictures and editing pictures and lengthy posts.
So, I'm not doing that anymore. And if you go to the 'new' website you get one link back to this older blog.
I think old is good. This is my VINTAGE blog. I'm happy with it the way it is.
I intend to only write things I want, so you can't really expect anything consistent like food, art or renovating posts like before. I think I'll just ramble a bit and enjoy spritz out some awesome words into a post. If that's not what you want to read, I get it. I only spritz for the enjoyment of spritzing.
So, now that we have that out of the way and I've began 3 lines with 'so', we can move on to important stuff, like my weekend.
Let's start again....a funny thing happened.
So, there I was (ha, I worked in another 'so!') out shopping with my daughter. I call her 'the girl'. Or I did when I used to post all the time, which I don't. So, I thought I'd remind everyone i.e. myself. We bought her some new shoes to go with an old outfit (see, told you I like vintage) for a party with a friend this week.
Afterwards, we had some extra time, so I took her by the nail place to get pedicures. I thought it would be fun, and also important because she bought open toed sandals, and hello you gotta have cute toes.
Well, our normal place was too busy for a walk in, so we drove to a new place. The new place is closer to my house and actually ended up cheaper. SCORE! I thought it couldn't get better than this!
Then, The Fireman's (a.k.a. my dear husband) ex walked in. YIPES!
Actually, it wasn't that bad. She was fine. It was just weird. She tried to say hi and was polite. She eventually tried to tell me all sorts of stuff about my/our boys...Yes, it was weird. Especially when she acted like I had no idea how they were as kids....um....didn't they live with me exclusively for several years? But I kept my mouth shut. I know. Shocking.
She did slide in a jab about, "Well, I hope you like your nail color....*loaded pause*." Cause, ya'll, I picked a mossy green shade. I happened to LOVE it. I think it's really pretty on ma toes.
So, I just shot her a brilliant smile and said, "Yea, I know. I just love fun shades on my toes! Gotta do something fun for myself!" To which she replied, "Oh, yeah. Me too....just not today." and waved her boring burgundy fingers at me.
Disclaimer: Just so you know. I totally like burgundy. Maybe not for summer, but I don't judge...typically. I'm just having a catty moment.
Ok, I'm done with my catty moment. The pedicures were fun. I enjoyed being with the girl. I enjoyed the male nail dudes. Wait, did I forget to mention that? That was weird, too. But cool! They did a super good job!
I will actually likely go again. Even though there's always a chance I'll run into the Fireman's ex. It happens. I won't let it stop me. I roll with it.
The moral of the story: Be polite even in tough situations. Be the bigger person. Be catty afterwards. No, not really. Well, maybe a little really.