Weekend update:
Friday, more "me me me" time - I spent forever trying to pick a color for my pedicure. When I picked up a bottle and it turned out to be "Don't Wine, Yukon Do It," I took it as a sign. My feet look awesome and inspirational.
Saturday, I headed to Campbell to hang out with the Best Friend. We had dim sum - life is good. And, um, we may have hit DSW somewhere along the way. And the cutest pair of skimmers may have followed me home. Can I keep 'em? I headed home and prepared to hit TheMall with the queen of sassafras, brimful. Summary statement: Dhamaal is always good for some people watchin'. I tried to coin a term to describe "white person trying to bust the desi moves." I came up with "widget", but I think it needs work. There's a definite need for such a term.
Sunday, back to the city for open houses. At some point along the way, someone hit my car. Not so cool, but not so bad either. Mostly, I'm annoyed because I need to get it fixed pronto as my parents will be here in two weeks.
Oh, heh heh. Did I forget to mention that little stress-bomb? My parents are coming to visit. And they are staying with me. For four days. I am excited to see them, but also stressed because .... well, because they are my parents and they are staying with me for four days (it bears repeating.)
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Those are cute shoes.
Urgh, the parents. I feel the same way... love them, but whenever they come visit I feel really stressed. I feel like I have to be in perfect shape, and my life and my house do too, and I have to cook nutritious but delicious meals for them to eat, and entertain them but also provide them with around-the-house things to do so they feel productive... I'd rather visit them.
You are so adorable, I just want to squeeze you. At least there's karma to get the person back who hit your car...so rest a little easier!
hahaha, that is *so* me. little ole scandinavian me, busting desi moves on the dance floor. i'm a super dork.
but when one feels the groove, one must moooove.
i blame dj rekha.
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