The Waiting Game

This week is shaping up to be a week where I will need eternal patience. Unfortunately, this is a gene I was born without, and despite my best efforts, I probably will never have it.

Examples: I checked my email this morning to check to see if my fabulous new shoes might arrive a day early. Yes, UPS confirmed, the shoes are on a truck and out for delivery. Somewhere in Huntsville. Not yet at my house, but somewhere. So I've got my blinds in the office open so I can more closely examine the shiny things that drive by my window. This is problematic because I also need to hit the Target to get some new sheets for Momma's new bed, an alarm clock, and some sweet, sweet beer. I also have to be around and coherent when the delivery guys show up with the new bed, which will be sometime between 4 and 7. Normally, I'd figure that when the guys get here, if Momma's already home, I can just go out. But since Momma wants me to flash the guys a little bit so they'll remove a chair from her bedroom, that plan is right out.

Tomorrow I might actually get that pedicure. I'm tempted to just buy some supplies today and do it myself. I wish I hadn't been so lazy on Saturday, or that the nail salon was open yesterday, as I also wanted to get my eyebrows done. Now, here's the quandary: I have fairly sensitive skin which does not enjoy having hair and flesh ripped from its beautiful self. I'm also one of the those people who, after a wax, are clearly noticeable from afar because of the weird combination of whiteness and redness that appears. This lasts for a couple of days. Which would mean that my DATE would be able to notice. Well, him, along with everyone else at the Rollins show, and I can't imagine that my waxing deformity would possibly be somethat that Rollins could ignore. So, do I go with slightly unmanaged eyebrows, or with this ugliness that can't really be covered with makeup, and even if it could, it would hurt like hell to apply?

Finally, the bar results come in this week, Friday at noon to be exact, and my stomach is in unbelievably painful knots already. And I know this will only get worse, that I'll be distracted, and worried, and even more self-absorbed than usual. I extend apologies in advance, as the posts this week could be as painful as those just before the bar.