I almost forgot. I'm flying next week - that means it's almost TSA swab time for everyone's favorite one-legged gun-toting librarian! I swear, it's a simpler endeavor to get a pistol on an airplane than the various bits and pieces of my own body.
Thanks so much for the reminder, Stingray. (Do I still need to give a language warning? I mean, come on...it's Stingray, master of profanity.)
Anyway, while I'm on the topic of prosthetics...I bought new sandals and get this - fake toenails. (Do people with ten real toes actually use these?) So now I'm debating a pedicure of some sort, which is probably an idea so made of fail it's bound to be legendary, set to rival the "Sure, this duct tape will hold my big toe on, no problem!" disaster.
I swear, the next leg I'm going full robo.
I also need to go get a haircut, do something about these grays, and...holy crap, what should I wear? It feels like I'm getting ready for a giant gunnie prom with the extra special bonus of travel anxiety. Gah.