Language Barriers

I am finding that as I get older I am getting less and less patient.  (James, who is sitting here watching me type, says "Ain't that the truth."  I'm not sure who asked him.)  Any way, the McDonalds near us has made me so angry that I actually boycotted it for a year.  I would literally drive 15-20 minutes to go to the next closest one just so I could avoid the one that is less than 5 minutes away because for a period of time, they always got my order wrong.  It's not that difficult.  It is almost always for Christopher and is almost always a double cheeseburger, small fries and a Dr. Pepper.  How hard can it be?  But, I digress.

This past Friday I had another language barrier issue, but I was able to just smile about it.  We had our annual Memorial Day reunion at my Uncle D's and Aunt Pat's.  We look forward to it so much every year so this year I decided I would get a special pedicure just for the day.  Right beside the McDonalds is a nail salon with very, very nice ladies from Vietnam.  They always do such a nice job.  I asked for something red, white and blue.  Maybe a flag.  Told her to be creative.

A friend of mine came in while I was there.  I hadn't seen her in quite a while.  Kim is recovering from breast cancer so we had a lot to catch up on.  I wasn't paying attention to my toes....what a surprise.  I am not crazy about sharing a picture of my toes, but I did get a chuckle out of my "red, white, and blue" pedicure.

And, just for the record, this is the first time ever my toenails have been black.