Current location:	Suellen's Secret
Current mood:	anxious
Current music:	Soft Rock 94.1
Entry tags:	driving, hair, sandwiches

Here's what I meant to post Thursday...but got distracted

I have discovered a way to make my daily homemade sandwich-for-lunch-at-work more palatable.  Generally, I stick with bread, two slices of real turkey (Oscar Mayer), and mustard.  However, since pre-packaged real cheese slices were on sale at Wal-Mart (Sargento! The good stuff!  For $2!), I've fancied it up a bit.  One slice of cheese plus two slices of Claussen's crispy dill sandwich pickles plus the above sandwich = sandwich heaven.  The only thing to make it better is to pair it with some (unfortunately) irresistible Lays Original potato chips.  I cannot fight off the attraction of the thinly sliced, greasy and salty but oh-so-good fried 'taters.  Trust me - I've tried.

NEW POST but I'm too lazy to post and go back and post again.

Hope everyone had a very happy and safe fourth of July.  Not that I think any of YOU would get drunk and drive, but the real danger lies in the people around us who do.  For example, the guy who very nearly clipped my bumper whilst trying to cut Scott off in order to...turn right faster?  I'm not sure what HIS deal was, but it didn't help the heart palpitations I was already having, since I was in the back seat of my car and letting Scott drive it...

In his defense, Scott drove very carefully, and can drive a stick shift very well.  We had no incidents, minus that one jerky takeoff, and the one jerky driver.  I'm just a very nervous passenger in my own car, and a REALLY nervous one when I'm in the back seat.  I like to allow for a healthy amount of space between me and the car ahead of me, so that if they stop suddenly, I can avoid hitting them.  Most people I know and I have a difference of opinion on just what that precise healthy amount is, so I try to distract myself with other things.  That cuts way down on the frequent gasps of terror when the brake lights ahead of us come on, and my driver doesn't   a) notice    b) care    c) react immediately.  I have a feeling that this reaction to other peoples' driving will lead to  a) chronic indigestion   b) stomach ulcers   c) me drinking less and being the designated driver more.  That's a sad state of affairs, but you've gotta do what you've gotta do.

I would like to know what happened to the lessons we were taught in Driver's Ed - easing on the brakes, so as not to give your passengers constant whiplash.  My teacher liked it if his head never left the rest - no jerky stops or quick starts.

So, in about half an hour, I'm headed over to Style Downtown to have my legs waxed, a process that gives Malinda great pleasure, but makes my legs feel as though they are afire for several hours.  I did just take some Ibuprofen, as suggested, so hopefully that'll kick in before I get there.  I can understand her glee, since I get the same sensation by ripping the hairs out of Steven's back.  It's fun to take something very hairy and make it smooth and nice.  And trust me, my legs need it.  Although not how you'd think - the first time I went, a month ago, to have this done, we couldn't get all the hairs out on my knee because some weren't long enough.  So she told me to grow them out for at least two weeks, then they'd be long enough.  Well, I haven't shaved them since, and those knee hairs are NASTY long.  So are the other hairs we couldn't get.  Interestingly, the originally waxed hairs have not grown back out just yet.  Could I be one of those lucky individuals whose leg hair either grows back slowly, or not at all, once ripped out at the root using hot wax?  I sure hope so.

I suppose that's about enough rambling for now.  Since it's only 15 minutes to closing time, I now have seven customers in the store.  Seven.  No one until 1:00, then in comes the crowd to stay until 3:15 and make me late for my appointment.  C'est la vie.