fingernail alert

I HATE I-35! If there are any hold ups, you might as well grab your sack lunch, pull into the median and have a picnic...cuz you ain't a goin' no where. Ok...and the people that ignore the big red X on the sign over their lane, and the lane closed signs...and speed past--- Would Karma not dictate that they get stuck in the closed lane? People who think they're entitled suck.

I had to get my oil changed at lunch. I HATE going anywhere mechanics are. I'm not sure why. Maybe I feel inadequate, less manly, or whatever. Well, I thought it would be without incident. But as I drove away, I saw something on the passenger seat....looked like a little goosedown feather. I picked it up. IT WAS A FINGERNAIL. Not the whole fingernail, just a clipping (but a big clipping...they need to clip more often). I was so gagged. I still shudder thinking about it. I don't know if they, like, clipped their fingernails/toenails while they were in there, or if it came off the vacuum hose...and was out of some other person's car (which is a whole other issue). Ok, not that it matters, but two of the guys were cute (one kinda goth cute) and the other---not so much.

When the non-goth cute guy was checking me out (at the cash register...not up-and-down) I noticed he was missing a whole fingernail (the only one that didn't have oil up under it) I know it's not his fault....but still. It just bugs me. And it reminds me of a friend of a friend (a friend once removed?) who I went boating with. Her toenails looked like cornflakes. Ok, I know it is a medical condition, and that being said, it is just EVIL to laugh about it.

The jeans I have on today have flip and button pockets in the back. My billfold won't fit, so I have to carry it around like a little purse. It makes me want to sachet when I walk. (just trying to create a visual)

I was helping my dad with something last night. Something came up about the year 1988. He said, "I remember it like it was yesterday." I said, "I do too....problem is I can't remember yesterday." What is that about? Is it stress? Am I alone in this? I think all the preservatives and chemicals in everything kills our brain cells.

On that happy note....