fish ballet

I went to the spa today and as I sat in the "room of tranquility" listening to the classical music and sipping my hot tea, I watched th fish in the fish tank. It seems that there was quite the drama going on amongst these fish. One purple and orange one kept hiding from a bigger yellow fish. I soon seemed like the fish were dancing to the music...it was very interesting. After my wonderful pedicure (since I can't reach my toes at this point, I had to pay someone else to do it), I had my toes nails painted pink and then got my eyebrows waxed...a painful, but much needed procedure.

On my drive home, I watched all of the families headed to a St. Patty's day parade and thought about when my kids are 8 and 9 and in that annoying, akward stage in life...man, have I got my hands full.

I came to a stop at an intersection where waiting on the corner to cross the street was a homelsee man, dirty and sad looking, and a wealthy looking young woman with her little dog on a leash...the dog wearing a heavier coat than the homeless man no doubt...and probably designer too. Made me wonder if she felt uncomfortable...or if she felt anything at all besides scared.

Anyway...that was my day. I came home to have lunch with Izze and my mom and then Izze fell asleep on me and mom and I watched a movie. After Izze woke up, we went over to the pied piper and got an ice cream. Now mom and Izze are wrestling in the living room and I wish that Jeff was here to enjoy this day with us.

Peace and tacos with guacamole.
Amy