Okay so today has been a bit of an up and downer. I had a good short run in the morning and after showering Alofa and I went to have breakfast at a cute little coffee shop in Kensington right by the library and across from a Monster Starbucks. They had one last blueberry scone, the way Helen makes them, underneath the glass and we were both looking that sucker up and down like it was the last slice of food for miles out to sea and we were on a make-shift raft like the one in the movie where Tom Hanks talks to a volleyball head. I let her have it because she's the mama and also because she was paying, and with my high cholesterol I probably shouldn't be looking at it anyway. So we both ordered Large vanilla nut coffees and the scone plus an oatmeal with brown sugar and honey for me. While Alofa was getting cream and sugar for her coffee I snuck a slab of her blueberry scone for my own personal pleasure. I witnessed a man outside expertly dipping a piece of his blueberry scone (the second-to-last one!) in his coffee and eating it. Hmmm...I tried it. The angels trumpets blared a song of bliss in my ears, dun duh dah daaa!!!! It tasted amazing. Wow. When Alofa came back I mentioned to her my coy little move and she seemed unsurprised at my thieving antics. I also shared my dipping secret with her and she tried it saying, "This is How Samoan's Eat". Ahhhh an ancient Samoan secret...those palagi's are always trying to steal our stuff!
Got bored with the coffee shop and after refills with French Roast we went to the North Park Library to return my wedding books and do our first in a series of G-mail tutorial lessons, courtesy of me! Ok so we get on and it is like death silent in the library and we hop to our computers. We snag up the last 2 60-minute computers and complete our lesson in G-mail, which I am sure the other patrons were forced to enjoy as well. At one point a black guy sat behind us and was having trouble breathing. Alofa stage whispered, "Who is that breathing heavily behind us?", oh just another library patron waiting to check his e-mail or...hinting to us to shut-up. Well anywho, we got done with this pretty quickly and I asked to be taken to "Nails by Peter" on University.
"Nails by Peter" ended up being Vivian's Beauty Salon with a vietnamese guy named Peter sitting in the background. Hmmm...I could see why they wouldn't want to advertise using that name on the OUTSIDE. I am not very business saavy but I do know what would not catch my eye if I were driving by looking for my nails done. Luckily I had the address, Peter hopped up to help both my mom and I. At first he told my mom to go eat while he was doing my nails, but when she informed him that she already ate, I just said "That's my mom, we came together", for the second time. I guess he didn't hear me, I noticed the hearing aid in his ear. Well he was pretty cute, did both of our feet at the both time (mixing fungus?) and started to warm up after I started to get pissed off that it was taking so long. Funny how that works. I didn't calculate the 45 minutes it would take to multi-task. Ahhh! What if work called??? What would I tell them, sorry its my last day and I don't feel like doing shit. So I decided to get my nails did during company time. Hmmm...stress. After informing my mom that flowers on toes were not suitable for women of her...uh age? and me that black finger nails were for party animals and Halloween time, we both changed our selections to better suit Peter's desires. And afterall what other nail salon has fashion police and manicurists rolled into one?
After stressing out and rushing to work, I invited Alofa into my workplace so I could use her as an excuse in case the boss lady had called. Fortunately all was well and noone cared that I was late. Although Alofa apologized profusely to my co-worker who works at the same property but for a different company. Good look mom. We feigned another gmail tutorial session half-heartedly, and probably just as an excuse for both of our nails to dry before I gave Alofa the keys and she left off to the gym. Alls well that ends well. All that stress for nothing! Yes, yes, yes. And when I signed on to check my G-mail I noticed Alofa had sent a chat while I was offline:
11:56 AM Iva: hi you need to relax and take a deep breath blow out slowly like yo are blowing candle
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