A Little Light Surgery

I had a tiny surgery on my toes today. I had yeast growing in/on/under/around my two big toe nails and it was becoming rather difficult to wear closed-toed shoes or even socks. I went to the doctor and he removed the toe nails and killed the nail beds so they shouldn't grow back. After the procedure, I got wrapped up in bright green bandages and sent home. As of right now, the numbing medicine is still in effect and I have yet to experience the less-than-pleasant regaining of feeling in my toes. My mommy also got a foot-shaped sucker (also pictured) since i couldn't have one myself.

Kinda Like a Ladybug Picnic

Since I'm home for a few weeks, I'm not working down in Utah, so I decided to call up the owner of a local ice cream shop where I used to work and see if I could get a few hours a week decorating cakes. Thankfully, she agreed to as many hours as I would like, so this past week I went in and started working on some cakes. I was afraid I might be a little bit rusty since it's been about a year since I was whipping out 15-20 cakes/day. I was kind of looking forward to slapping together a couple easy cakes when I discovered that the first customer of the day had requested a lady bug cake! After a little bit of time and a lot of smeared frosting, this is my finished work of art!
I forgot how much I love decorating cakes! I've noticed that older women often have specific hobbies that they enjoy more than others. Some women knit. Others crochet. Some garden. many sew. Some paint or draw. I've decided that I think I'd like to decorate cakes until the day I die... That and I'd like to collect clocks.

The Shocking Story of the Two Front Teeth

Recently I haven't been feeling very well, so I decided to come home to Boise for the next month and a week or so. My mom is such a sweetheart. She flew to Salt Lake, where I picked her up from the airport and she drove my car all the way home. Thanks Mom! I owe you one...

Anyways, after spending the last four days in bed, I was finally feeling a little better today, so I decided to venture out on a grocery shopping trip with my mommy. We had a lot of fun and made a day of it. I ended the day with a pair of jeans, some capris, a t-shirt, some camis and an adorable green dress... oh yeah and numb front teeth. Here's the story:

Mom and I were standing in line at Costco. Luckily, the store wasn't terribly busy, seeing as it was a Wednesday afternoon, and the line wasn't too terribly long. Now for those of you that don't know my mother or me, and for those of you that know me but have not seen me around my mother, I must warn you. We have a good time. We are a little crazy. We might, by some stretch of the imagination, be considered weirdies But we love it. Anyways, as we were standing there in line, we started singing the song from The Lion King where Timon and Pumba are hula dancing. And we sang it in parts. Sorta. After letting out a fabulous "OY!" at the end, my mother complemented my OY-ing abilities and said we made a good team. Apparently I took this as a cue to bite her arm. Now let me tell you, I wasn't really gonna chomp down hard and leave a scar, I was just going to give it a little nibble, just for fun. I leaned down to place my teeth against her skin and ZAP !!! An electric shock went from the cart, through her finger, out her arm and onto my teeth. Let me tell you what, it startled me and tingled worse that your foot falling asleep and I was certain my two front teeth were going to turn grey! I felt like a rabbit having a root canal. It was quite the experience and I guess I learned not to bite my mom's arm at Costco anymore!