watching tv

with the cat

whose ears are saying ''where in hell is your damn lap?!"

Note the pedicure, and note that once you paint your nails (fingers, toes or otherwise) an alluring and mysterious shade of charcoal (which is so NOT goth black as it looks surpringly elegant) you're fucked and you'll never be able to go paintless again because under the varnish your nails will have been stained yellow and, eww. Also, you may forget how to puncuate. Public service announcment aside, I think you all need to sit back and appreciate the pedicure, gentle readers. Admire it even, because I can't promise you're going to see another one on these feet before the baby is born, which is when I expect the bendy bit in my middle will return.