Also...

A really stupid thing? I am going to an Annual Award Banquet thingy tonight, AKA the Christmas Party for Teddy Bears work. In October? Yeah, whatever. So I want to get a pedicure, and I have to load up on painkillers so I can stand the part of the pedicure that my body interprets as PAIN PAIN PAIN and enjoy the massaging and rubbing and AHHHH pretty toes! I love me some good feet.

The good part? I might have a good picture or two from the festivities, and I will be all gussied up. Not like anyone I know appreciates pictures. *cough cough*