peeing after you've been holding it for a really, really long time?
Today's visit to the nail salon was fucking humiliating. Within minutes of walking in, I dropped a bottle of nail polish. Not only did glass go flying, a really lovely burgundy/plum soon covered the floor (and my jeans). People stared. Embarrassing, right?
It gets worse.
They asked to move me from one chair to another during my pedicure. It turns out, it's not a great idea to walk when you're feet are wet and you slip on your trusty Havaianas. Coordination FAIL. My feet flew out from under me and I did a face plant in the nail salon. Literally just sat on the floor for a few seconds with my feet in the air. People gaping, at this point. I'm sure, wondering, who IS this chic?
Thought for the day:
I passed a street named Balsa tonight. It made me realize, I don't want balls in my salsa.