It's Photo Dump Day, Kiddies, and here's #1:
There's Kurt, sweeping up flower petals at the front door yesterday morning. This tree is usually gorgeous for a couple of weeks each summer, but high winds and lots of rain have left it bare of petals almost as they blossomed. Think of doing your hair all up, and then stepping out into a tornado. Same thing, this poor tree.
This concludes Photo Dump Day, as I accidentally reformatted my memory card yesterday, in the process erasing all of my photos.
I snagged a shot of that tree from last year, though, when it was in its glory.
That's all folks. We are off to St. Louis in the morning, to begin preparing for Jen & Bill's wedding, on Saturday. I'm stupid excited, new dress, new shoes, new control-top everything!
Everything's ready to go, and I set this evening aside for a Spa Manicure AND a Spa Pedicure. They are capitalized here, because I was So Excited. I had an appointment with the same salon that botched the last pedicure, and gave me all of my $ back. A second chance, we are going to get this right!!!
I tra-la-la'd into the lobby tonight, happy as a lark...only to have the clerk at the front desk inform me that my technician had gone home sick.
That's fine. Who would be taking her place, then?
No one. I could reschedule, though, "sorry."
They HAD, they pointed out, left a message on my answering machine 3 hours before.
When I was at work.
I was NOT a happy camper; I was, in fact, LIV.ID. when I left the salon. No, I did not throw the fit I felt like throwing, what could they do, pull a technician out of a lamp?
Well, I did throw that fit, a little bit. I called poor Clint, and said "#$%#@#$%#@%#$@%." And then I went racing over to the reliable, stand-by, "Walk-ins Welcome" place that charges 1/3 of what the salon charges. Frustrated at missing out on my spa experience, I walked in and ordered the works.