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November 17, 2006
At least I wasn't trimming my hedges
I'm going out with friends tonight, so I guess I better get something posted before I leave the house. Wouldn't want to screw up NaBloPoMo at this stage of the game! Originally, this was supposed to be a girl's night out kind of thing, but I think it's now sort of a going away kind of thing for me. Whee.
I'll give you this little nugget of disgusting before I go:
I was sitting in the comfort of my living room, alone in the house, picking at my toenails. It's one of my great joys, poking and snipping and cleaning. I know, I have no life. Apparently I neve have, since this is a nasty little habit I started in my youth.
Anyway, sitting. Alone. Picking. I look up, and there's a large, dirty man in my backyard, looking at me. He waves. I wave back. Did he see me sniff the chunk of skin I evacuated from under the side of my toenail?
The unexpected landscaper knows too much about my personal habits.
Posted by me at November 17, 2006 5:06 PM