You know how when stuff just kind of falls out your mouth as you think it? No passing Go, no thinking through it, it just exits in a stream of consciousness way?
Happens to me a lot, more since I've begun looking at 45 in the rear view mirror, for some reason.
I take vitamins. Exercise. Stimulate my brain with new information. Do crossword puzzles. Encourage my creativity in both culinary and other ways.
But still, the words tumble with no apparent plan behind them.
This weekend, while enjoying our new buddha garden, Hubby and I were chatting, enjoying our glass of wine, the serenity of the garden, the evening.
Me: [Wiggling my toes as I'm sitting in my Adirondack], 'What do you think of my flower, honey?'
Hubby: 'What flower? Oh, pretty. Nice toes. Did you paint that on yourself?'
Me: 'Um, no. I'm not that talented. '
Hubby: [Wiggling his eyebrows] 'Oh, I wouldn't say that...'
Me: [Flustered] 'Geesh. But thanks! No, the flower..it's a stick on. I found some really pretty ones and couldn't resist. Ooo, maybe next time I get a pedicure from my pedimen with gentle hands, I can see how they do flowers! I didn't get a flower last time, just left that pretty purple polish alone to glow.'
Hubby: 'So, and don't take this this the wrong way, but this may be one area of your life that I don't need to know about. I'm ok not knowing about them...the gentle-handed pedimen, I really am.'
Alrighty then. But I have to say, odd as it sounds, I've never had another pedi as enjoyable, gentle, or beautiful as the the one my pediman gave me. Ever.
Happens to me a lot, more since I've begun looking at 45 in the rear view mirror, for some reason.
I take vitamins. Exercise. Stimulate my brain with new information. Do crossword puzzles. Encourage my creativity in both culinary and other ways.
But still, the words tumble with no apparent plan behind them.
This weekend, while enjoying our new buddha garden, Hubby and I were chatting, enjoying our glass of wine, the serenity of the garden, the evening.
Me: [Wiggling my toes as I'm sitting in my Adirondack], 'What do you think of my flower, honey?'
Hubby: 'What flower? Oh, pretty. Nice toes. Did you paint that on yourself?'
Me: 'Um, no. I'm not that talented. '
Hubby: [Wiggling his eyebrows] 'Oh, I wouldn't say that...'
Me: [Flustered] 'Geesh. But thanks! No, the flower..it's a stick on. I found some really pretty ones and couldn't resist. Ooo, maybe next time I get a pedicure from my pedimen with gentle hands, I can see how they do flowers! I didn't get a flower last time, just left that pretty purple polish alone to glow.'
Hubby: 'So, and don't take this this the wrong way, but this may be one area of your life that I don't need to know about. I'm ok not knowing about them...the gentle-handed pedimen, I really am.'
Alrighty then. But I have to say, odd as it sounds, I've never had another pedi as enjoyable, gentle, or beautiful as the the one my pediman gave me. Ever.
Comments
Post a Comment