Ho-hum Hump Day

So, I have been getting alot of feedback on my blog. No comments on here, of course...you guys prefer to harass me via phone & email...LOL. Anyway, one friend in particular, we'll call him R, said he was getting jealous because I talked about all the other guys I've met & him...not so much. Um, that's because I like you & kinda want to keep our friendship in tact, so I have refrained from writing about how you are such an awesome guy who keeps picking the WRONG girls & calls me to tell me all about it...Great fun for me, I might add. So, here's your shout-out, Champ.
Ok, now to my day. Why does wierd shit always happen to me at the grocery store?!? Seriously, I miss Publix Direct! So, I go to publix, and I'm minding my own business, perusing the frozen foods, when this woman (she was maybe 70ish) marches over to me and barks "Have you had chicken pox?" at me.
I look up from the very interesting Lean Cuisines with a "Who me?" look, pause and say "Uh, yes..." but it sounded more like "Why the f*** are you asking?!?" Didn't deter her, though. (I'm losing my edge here in Naples, I swear my bitch vibes are not as strong)
She says "Get the shot, or you'll get shingles!" Now, this is IRONIC because (drumroll, puh-leeeeeese) I am just getting over shingles for the 6th time. So, I blurt out as much. Oops. Bad move. So, she whips up her shirt to show me that A.) she has shingles & B.) she can't wear a bra. Really? REALLY? In the frozen food aisle, no less. Why me? Oy!
On to the next freak who accosted me at the food store. So this guy comes up to me at the register. I know, you're thinking 'That's cool, Nik, grocery stores are a good place to meet men." Uh, no. Let me describe. He was about 5'4" (I had on heels which put me just a hair away from 6"-it was my New Yr's Resolution to own my height), sweaty & oh, yeah...he had no shirt on. Why was he even allowed in the grocery store like that?!? So he makes a bee line for me, OF COURSE, and says "Do you have dinner plans tonight? Because if you don't, I would love to..." I still don't know what he would have loved to do, because I stopped homeboy in his tracks, and without missing a beat, I said "I have to get home to my children and my husband." (And by "my children and my husband" I meant "my dogs and my tivo") Thank G*d I can think on my feet!
I have to talk about J for a minute. I'm not sure if he reads my blogs, but I'm kinda feelin' him :) I think he's...dare I say it?...a real live nice guy. My favorite thing about him is that everytime we talk on the phone I can hear the smile in his voice when he says Hello & he always sounds happy to talk to me. And you know what? That feels really good! Oh, and did I mention that he actually has his shit together professionally? So unlike the usual losers I meet (Not you, R...Yes you, M!).
I have to give a shout out to my friend L...I'm very proud of you and all the flat ironing, you go girl! You look awesome!
I'm getting my lips done...again...tomorrow. For those of you that don't know, I had restylane injections about six months ago, but they are deflated. Something about my body metabolizing it. So, he's trying something new...Juviderm, I think. I'll post pics...I'm sure I'll look like a duck for the first week, but then I'll be rockin' the "bee-stung" look I hope.
Ok, I am going to chill with my doggies for a bit. Peace out!