On being back...and bloody.

After my longest break from blogging to date - 11 days - I'm back.
And the theme of my blogging break was - Planning. I've been sorting out the final details of our American wedding reception with my Mom, developing an itinerary of places to see and things to do when G's parents arrive from Germany in October, planning a couple of much needed and well deserved mini vacations (Miami & San Fran), and planning Denzel's 1 year birthday party. My baby's growing up! So today, I decided I needed some girl therapy to unwind and de-stress - yup, I headed to the salon. And as I was having a manicure, for some odd reason, one of the manicurist's utensils scratched the top side of my right pointer finger, near the cuticle. I'm not sure what utensil she was using because I had my head down, looking at pictures of Brangelina's new twins for the first time in People. But the pain caught my attention. And then came the blood. She immediately started apologizing and trying to clean the cut with antiseptic. But for what seemed like 10 minutes, she was totally focused on stopping the bleeding and continuing to apologize while I was more focused on not allowing my blood to drop on her table or touch any of her utensils. It was an interesting dance between the two of us. Isn't that crazy - that I was so paranoid about my own blood? So much, that although my finger was bleeding and stinging, all I could think about was not contaminating her work area. I kept thinking, I would not want to have a manicure on a table where someone else bled all over it. Right? Eventually the cut dried up and everything was fine. My nails are very purty and I am officially caught up on all of the celebrity gossip, babies, beach bodies, and fall fashion.

Aren't the never ending supply of trashy magazines one of the best perks about the salon:)