My friend Joni, winner of beauty pageants, model, talk show host, radio host, gifted speaker, talented and published writer, gardener, cooking contest winner and super mother of 4...has now added another talent to her long, long list...painter of shoes!
Joni sent me these hand-painted, customized-just-for-me shoes for my birthday - which is 4 months away! They are so great - and comfy, too! Just look at all that detail! Joni recently launched her new custom-painted shoe business...Oh Shoes Anna - you need to go to her website to see the dozens and dozens of different designs she can paint for you! Bird shoes, patriotic shoes, Christmas shoes, Halloween shoes...you name it and she paints it! Works of ART for your FEET!! And, as I can attest, they make the perfect gift! Thanks Joni - I love them!
Speaking of Joni...hopefully today the mailman will deliver HER birthday present (mine came 4 months early, hers is arriving one week late which by my standards is the equivilent of 4 months early!)
I love doing hand-work while watching TV - unless the mister enters the room, picks up the remote and turns off my show in favor of the military channel...then something happens...the relaxed feeling I get from hand-work disappears as my blood-pressure rises resulting in me accidentally pricking my finger with the needle, and before I know it someone is screaming, in a voice that is eerily similar Regan's in The Exorcist, "For the love of all that is holy can I just watch MY SHOW because I don't give a rip about the 10 most popular assault rifles!"
As a drop of blood appeared on my finger I realized that voice came from me! But more importantly, the mister, shocked at my spinning head, immediately turned the channel back to Grey's Anatomy just in time for me to see Dr. Shepherd take a bullet to the chest. And then, wanting to make conversation, to see if I'd returned from the dark side, the mister said, "Looks like he used a .45 - wouldn't be my weapon of choice!" And I think to myself...Oh really? Really? That's all you can say?!?! Dr. Shepherd is blasted to the ground, blood gurgling out of his chest, his thick, dark mane tossled ever so come-hither-ish, and you comment on the GUN?!?
Dr. Shepherd lives. The mister takes control of the remote in time to see the two top assault rifles in the world. I make pear butter. It's all good.
