Twitching

That's a crappy ass picture of my ugly ass feet but I'm posting it anyhow because I can and it's proof that I didn't spend the past week hiding out in the corner of my closet picking scabs on my belly. I went and got my first pedicure EVER right after I posted that entry and then took myself to see "He's really not that into you." The movie was adorable and just what I needed. And, I now LOVE pedicures. I MUST find a way to keep them in my budget. Of course, as each day goes by that gets harder and harder.

I hate my feet. I always have. Probably because of all the mean things my brother who shall go nameless (I have three) said about them when we were growing up. But, I almost like them now. It's amazing what a pedicure can do for them ~ a professional one that is. I've always kept my nails polished but it was much like, Sarah Palinshitforbrains, putting lipstick on a pig.

On to other things...my eye is twitching. It's another thing that occurs when I repress stress. Work is incredibly stressful. The economy is kicking our ass along with everyone else's. I really don't feel right whining. I at least have a job! But, I also have what feels like survivors guilt and worry and it's hitting me in ways too that I can't mention here because I want to keep that job. And, yet, I am happy and grateful because at least I have a job.

Now, I'm off to pour myself some more wine, it seems to be helping that twitch!