Oreos and crappy nail techs

First, I'd like to thank my sister, Knickerbocker, for showing me the cool blog layouts. I don't look like an amateur to blogging now. :)
Today I had my nails done. I have acrylics for now. I figured it gave me a reason to get dressed, slap some color on my face, and leave the house every two weeks. I hated the work the guy did. Why is it that they think you don't know what you are talking about? I told him that I desperately needed a back fill. He told me that my nails looked great. I wanted to follow up with "you lazy puke, do my whites, too!" I didn't, well, cause I'm a sap. The part that makes me hate myself even more was that I TIPPED him. UGH! What has this world come to when someone does a crappy job on something (be it waiting on you at a restaurant or doing your nails) and you STILL tip them? In any case, I won't be going back there. Jerk!
I also got to hang out with a dear friend today. She always cheers me up. Out of respect for her I won't mention her name. I shall call her Blizzard. I'm sure you can guess that she's really into DQ blizzards. Who isn't? Her favorite flavor is Chocolate Extreme. I can't stomach that much chocolate, so more power to her. The best part is that if we have blizzards we both know we'll be "raising the roof" later on (if you get my drift). :)
I went grocery shopping by myself...again. For those who have shopped for a family, I bet you dream of the moment you walk into the grocery store and see everything you have not purchased in years. This is your chance to run wild through the store buying every kind of Oreo and ice cream they have. Hey, if you live alone, who is gonna know you live on cereal? However, for me, grocery shopping is just a one hour reminder that I am alone for another 186 days. I do like not buying hot dogs and ketchup. EWWW! Those are the things Fathead is into. He also plays on my sweet tooth and we end up leaving with stuff we regret later on. Either way, I'd give up Oreos for the rest of my life to have had him grocery shopping with me today.
When I'm not grocery shopping or holding myself back from scratching out the eyes of the nail tech, I'm usually reading. Right now I'm reading "Dear John" by Nicholas Sparks. That dude knows what he's doing. I fought tears through chapter 16. All in all, the book is a HORRIBLE choice for right now. I do love a good romance though and I find the book moving along quickly. If you are in the market for a good, old-fashioned cry, I suggest you pick up this book. Come prepared with Kleenex though.
I'm proud that I kept myself busy all day. Had it not been for spending 2 hours fixing the crappy job the nail tech did I'd have gone to Walmart, too. Now, I'm going to put on my pj's and veg.
I'll leave you with some lines from "Dear John": "When I close my eyes, I see your face; when I walk, it's almost as if I can feel your hand in mine. Those things are still real to me, but where they once brought comfort, now they leave me with an ache."
I miss you Fathead.