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Toenail down

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I am a pansy. Blood freaks me out. Pain freaks me out. When I was young (until age 10) I couldn't watch WWF because I couldn't handle watching wrestlers wind up each others' arms. I thought they'd pop out. There was a lot of arm twisting in WWF if you think about it. (Thankfully I overcame this fear so that I can today watch the real arm twisting in UFC bouts.) I was the kind of kid that hung out in a Care Bears tent reading Spot books, blood and pain free.

What makes me more queasy than anything is related to nails. I don't know why. I squirm at the sight of hang nails. I gag watching Amanda cut her cuticles.

So imagine my reaction when Amanda turned to me on the couch the other day and said, "I think my toenail just fell off."

She was wearing socks, but she could feel her pinky toe nail hanging off. (Gag.) She had kicked a high chair at work a month ago and the little guy couldn't hold on. She kicked that high chair in front of her employer and in true Amanda fashion bit her lip instead of showing weakness.

I am well-known for dragging my feet and it's a little known fact that I lost my big toenail to dragging my feet when I was young (around the avoiding WWF-age). I also lost a toenail from dropping a large rock on my barefoot looking for bugs when I was really young. I'll spare you the details of when Scott ripped out his own big toenail with pliers in more recent times. (Gag.)

So anyway, Amanda lost a toenail. If you don't believe me...

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Birfday: That's a wrap

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Got to admit. My birfday did not start amazing. That's the problem with working on your birfday. My current clients are working my like a mule and I was burnt out by 5 p.m. Boo work. Fortunately I had a great birfday dinner with Chaffees and family on the day before (pictures below). Scott gave me a circular saw(!) and Courtney gave me a humor book, which I need because I swear my reading skills are on the decline. Mom hooked me up (via Sergio) with a 16x24 canvas print of one of my and Amanda's engagement photos. Sergio also gave me a Home Depot gift card that is going directly to fixing his bathroom sink (water pressure issues).

My birfday wrapped in the right way though. I came home to open a really nice shirt and tie from Dad (picture below) and Amanda and I picked up my wedding band. Smile. Thanks again to everyone for the well wishes.

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The cat came back

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Dear Fabrizio, Where in the heck were you yesterday? You had Amanda and I worried sick. In fact, Amanda was totally restless last night. She was pacing around waiting for you. We walked the alleys this morning in the rain trying to find you, and then you think you can just show up after we've left for work and expect Sergio to let you in whenever you want? I don't think so.

Normally I wouldn't worry. You take off overnight during the summers, but at least I can understand that you're enjoying the weather. What is your excuse when it's raining cats and dogs? OK, your friends don't come down like the rain. You know what I mean.

At least you've shocked Amanda and me into action to take you into the vet and get your microchip updated seeing that you always manage to take your collars off on your own.

Bad kitty.

Love, Paolo

Birthday salutations

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This birthday is going to be so awesome that it'll be better than "awesome." Awesome won't be good enough to describe it, so people will look back and call is "Pawesome" to nod to how awesome it really was. People won't even mind that the word sounds like "possum" because people will just think of roadkill and THAT is an awesome testimony to the power of MAN. Speaking of man, I have a gnarly beard for the first time on my birthday, and that is PAWESOME.

Happy birthday to me.