I didn’t dress like this today deliberately to be weird or make a statement, but once it all “came together” I walked by a mirror and said, “Wow! Even by MY ‘standards,’ that’s pretty bizarre!”
For the record, the hair’s the hair, the flannel shirt’s because I was cold (it was only about 65° in the house this morning), the shorts are because I was going for my first (and probably ONLY) pedicure so despite the chilly temps I needed easy access to my feet and little piggies, the knee-high compression socks are because I’m old and exploding, and the running shoes are because I always wear comfy running shoes these days due to a serious lack of fucks. The attitude and facial expression? Well, those come with the package and go without saying.
The pedicure? Fine for the most part, good to have my nasty, ingrown toenails (a byproduct of running, walking, and exercise) cleaned up, and the calf and foot massage was equisite. We (by which I mean everyone in ear shot) also found out that while having the soles of my feet exfoliated I’m ticklish as Hell. Twitchy, jumpy, giggling, convulsing, and looking like this to begin with? If only The Long-Suffering Wife had thought to flip on the video on her phone!
April 04th, 4-4, is also an easy to remember, somewhat bittersweet anniversary for me. 04/04/2009, seventeen years ago today, I took and passed my practical flight test and earned my Private Pilot’s license.
It’s bittersweet because I truly loved flying, worked hard to earn my PPL, and now it’s been over a dozen years since I’ve flown, and with every passing day it’s less likely that I’ll ever fly again.
So, yay me! But…
























