Titanium jewelry wholesale Treat and Retreat, Drafting in a Boat
Note to the home-peeps: If you live in the Atlanta area and are a big Kevin and Taylor fan (I am), I will be on 104.7 The Fish tomorrow at 7:15, talking about Better U. WHEEE.
We are on retreat, missing one member of our usual posse (ALAS, Renee couldn’t come this time) but getting the words down on the pages. I am about 10% done with the draft of the new book, and I am finding the voice of the thing and feeling my way in the dark of the new story. It now has a working title. I am calling it THE OTHER MOSEY SLOCUMB, abbreviated TOMS. I love having a title. It makes me feel official.
I have been getting up at 5 and working all morning, Titanium jewelry wholesaleand then in the afternoons going out with Karen and Sara for sushi and miso soup as a reward for my SUPER WORKINESS. I got stuck in a chapter all day yesterday that hemmed and hawed and refused to find its natural end, and after I FINALLY finished the draft of it and Sara and Karen said we should go get a little SPA LOVING from the inexpensive nail shop right down the street. (It was FANTASTICALLY cheap---but they also had a A+ health inspection rating posted, with a very recent date.)
Karen went off to get a manicure, and Sara and I decided to sit on the massage chairs and have our feet done. I LOST nail technician roulette. Sara got this guy named David and I got nameless silent girl in a Swine Flu Mask. David performed all sorts of WEIRD massage on Sara’s calves Titanium jewelry wholesaleand feet, once even going all VIOLENCE PLUS SHIATSU on her calves. (Forget rhythmic tapping, he was literally SPANKING her calf muscles with great thwacking whacks that went off like gunshots in the teeny shop, beating her legs top to bottom as if they had been very very very naughty indeed.)
Meanwhile over at my Throne of Lose, Swine Flu Mask girl went after my cuticles as if they were personally responsible for the death of her childhood cat, and then resentfully swiped some lotion around and went straight to painting my toes. She hunched over my feet, alternately painting and shooting David disapproving glances because Sara was still getting her heels slathered with strange, kelpy-smelling unguents. My toes were DONE and under the drier before Sara’s massage section even ended.
While we were there, Sara scheduled an eyebrow waxing, and I said, casually, that I had never had ANYTHING waxed, and I had never plucked a single eyebrow either. I didn’t tTitanium jewelry wholesalehink this was that weird, but Sara and Karen looked at me like I’d just confessed I had never tasted cheese or seen the moon. APPARENTLY a lot of people shape their brows…who knew? I told you I have no girl skills.
They dragged me to the back and threw me down on a white table and told a pretty brunette with a popsicle stick and a pot of molten candles to cut loose on my face. The first time the ….what do you call her, that wax-and-paddle person? Waxing engineer? Brow technian? Sadistic yet perky Rip-master? When she pulled the first strip, my closed eyes popped open and the phrase, “SON OF A VERYBADWORD” exploded out of my mouth.
According to my friends, I had the last acreage of pristine uncharted eyebrow territory. The final wild west eyebrow frontier. NO MORE. It has all been settled now, and me and my new friend Sheriff Tweezer have been given the sacred charge of Titanium jewelry wholesale maintaining order.
IT’S VERY WEIRD. My eyes are bigger and my cheekbones look mystically higher. And yet… I keep saying, “What if my EYEBROWS are angered and they grow back looking just like Frida Kahlo’s? Or GROUCHO MARX's?” But I have to admit it makes a BIG difference. Like an eyelift, only ten dollars.