One of the foot fetishists on Flickr (there are a lot of them) just sent me a message: Hi, could you show more of your beautiful feet plizzz? 🙂 Um, excuse me? I don’t like to be pressured! Anyway, I’ve made an entire set celebrating what’s on my feet, isn’t that enough? Those foot fetishists are so pushy.

Our Christmas tree, still sitting in the exact same place in the back yard, last night. Corinne had yesterday off and today too, and I told her we’d hang out today because yesterday it was raining. HA HA, like I was supposed to know it was going to snow last night? I’ve been checking the weather forecast like crazy, the only thing scheduled for today was a yellow sun! DAMN YOU, SEATTLE WEATHER. It’s not that big of a deal, but my sister-in-law wants us to babysit tonight at the Manse, which requires a lengthy drive on the freeway, at rush hour. In the snow. And dark. That sounds pretty shitty, doesn’t it?

Current painting project. As I’m still not working (groan), I’ve been trying to maximize my time at the house with painting projects and, this week, I figured I should get some continuing education hours under my belt. I took a course about oral hygiene which stressed the link between keeping your teeth cleaned and heart disease. It inspired me to floss and brush my teeth extra well. Just remember this little ditty:

Brush your teeth, just do it!
Brush them night and day.
The very best care will keep them there
And they’ll never ever go away.

“The Queen of Versailles” is a fascinating riches-to-rags documentary about an obscenely rich family who starts building the largest single-family home in America, and the troubles they go through when the 2008 recession hits. A writer for the Washington Post called it “perhaps the single greatest film on the Great Recession“, and it is definitely worth watching. Check it out!

Free calendar that came with our fresh subscription to “Adbusters”, and Bear Cub, who is feeling better now (thank goodness).

In continuing the ongoing saga of Trying to Get Knocked Up, tomorrow I have an appointment to get some blood drawn to see what’s going on when I ovulate. I keep flashing back to that episode of “Keeping Up with the Kardashians” (don’t judge me–it was just a phase) when Khloe goes to the fertility clinic after a couple of years of trying to get knocked up and learns that she was never even ovulating. Talk about depressing! But ya know, I have hiiiigh hopes–I have to, otherwise the whole process would just be too damn discouraging. The Boy is taking a “vacation” day to go skiing, but he’s going to drive me to the appointment and afterwards, I’m requesting a big fatty brunch. Mmmm, fatty bruuuunch.

I hate having my blood drawn because 1. I’m a needle phobe and 2. I’ve been told, over the years, that I have “tiny veins” which means that the phlebotomist has to stab me multiple times to get blood out. My mother instructed me to avoid coffee tomorrow morning and drink a bunch of water to “plump” up my veins, so I’m going to take her advice. And if all else fails, at least I’ll have the Boy present to distract me. I hope he’s memorized some hilarious jokes!