TLC

No these initals to not stand for my name, although they are close. TLC - Tender Love and Care. I felt like my car needed it earlier this week. I took it to a car wash, beat the floor mats with a wooden paddle (very cool feature at a very cool car wash by my house), vacummed (I have a wierd fascination with vacumming, I could do it all day I think), and got the outside and inside all polished and gussied up. I swear it was purring in satisfaction when I drove away. Later I was thinking about how I needed a little TLC too. So I called up my friend Lisa, who also happens to be my "stylist" and set up an appointment. I walked out of her house with blonder, shorter, much happier hair. Today I went and got a pedicure with Esther and Kirsti. I realized that we all have something in common - ticklish feet. I had to grip the seat handles of the pedicure chair and focus with all my might to not rip my feet out of the woman's hand. It's by far my most ticklish spot. Some people (I won't name names) find it quite entertaining to torture me by attacking/tickling my feet. It was pretty funny as I we all tried different ways to hold still. Kirsti laughed out loud - a couple of times. Esther kept jerking her feet away. Kind of felt like the three stooges a bit. Top the day off with a free 7.11 oz. slurpee and the TLC was complete. Wish I had pictures of the experience, maybe Kirsti will post those on her blog.