Adventures with Dr. Lady Cutie Troublemaker

You may have noticed that I am not driving to Cape Cod right now. I caught that, too. It kinda bums me out, actually. I have a friend at work who has a house there, and she generously offered it to me since she knew I was a bit on the broke side (a bit – hah! – actually, I’m MUCH more broke now than I was when she offered). Anyhoo, I found out last week that the plumber came across some problems when readying the house for the season, and unfortunately, that meant no trip for me… at least not now.

Pondering this unfortunate state of affairs, I decided to take Jeep up on the roof. I have taken to semi-daily trips up there with Maggie since the weather has improved, but Jeep has been very interested in sitting in the window, and she even escaped up the stairs when my upstairs neighbor and I returned from yoga last night. She used to go out on the deck all the time in Bloomington. So I put on the little kitty leash and off we went. As we reached the roof, I felt something warm on my arm. And so we wandered back down to my apartment at a brisk clip, I released her, and I washed the pee off my sweatshirt sleeve.

Sigh.

I sure hope my luck changes… a lot. At least there’s karaoke tomorrow night, and it’s FREE. I’ve been looking up good duets to do. Oh, and I get to meet Kristin’s parents tonight, which should be cool. I’ve recently started referring to Kristin as my "boyfriend" since we hang out all the time. It’s good for us, as fellow recent dumpees who want to have lives, but who aren’t exactly on the make just yet. I hope my boyfriend’s parents like me! 😛

On Friday, my friend Kristin in Houston innocently posted a picture of her Easter pedicure. And so, the fun resumes…
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Dear Kristin (and mom), I can’t help myself. I have to be a troublemaker here. My mother has come across this phenomenon on Flickr. If you tag things as feet and toes, you will get LOTS of views because there are so many foot fetishists on Flickr… So I am so bad. I just tagged your pedicure picture on Flickr with both "feet" and "toes." It’s 6:30pm on Friday right now, and this picture has been viewed once. Now let’s see how many views it gets!!! Kristin, please forgive me. My mother and I end up talking about this more often than you could imagine! Plus, it’s a really pretty picture! If you see this as horrible and unforgiveable, I will remove the tags immediately! – Abby
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Dear Abby (and Abby’s Mom), I told my sister about this. How do I tag her picture as feet and toes? Can you do hers too? The picture has already been viewed more times than any of my other pictures. Fifteen last I checked. Silly fetishists. – Kristin in Texas
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Kristin (and Abby) – I feel certain you will receive hundreds of hits. Check this out: These feet and legs are 67 years old and have been viewed 277 times. My painfully swollen feet and legs from the same day have been viewed 162 times.  Even Mickey’s full body shot, labeled with "legs" has been viewed 64 times.  And who would have thought feet with Halloween socks would pull in 43 views? – Abby’s Mom/Sharon
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Apparently, I can’t resist the urge to be amused by this phenomena either! Picture 1, Picture 2. – Kristin
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And thus began the birth of the new Flickr group, Sexy Pet Toes! We invite everyone to join . Thanks for the laughs, Kristin and mom! 

Jeep has just curled up next to me in a little ball on the couch. She never does this. I just e-mailed another report to my boss. Right now, life is OK.

I’ve dealt with a few emotions in the last few days that were new to me: rage, distrust. I’m starting to realize how rare it must be to make it to my age without experiencing these feelings. It hasn’t been pretty, and the result of my seeing red was that I caused some of my friends to see red with regards to me, too. I get it. I was just there two days ago.

The color is starting to fade, although it rises up and down with each hour that passes. Dad says that the trick is not to do anything. For the last month, I’ve had that post breakup insanity that requires extreme reliance on friends. "Hello, friend? Having a crazy thought. Talk me down." He says the difference between real insanity and this sort of situation-induced insanity is the knowledge that it is a temporary state, that it is irrational, that it’s time to call a friend rather than act. The system short-circuited a few days ago when not only was I seeing red, but so were all of my confidantes. It’s a popular color, I guess.

Jeep has just rolled over, revealing her soft underbelly. She’s using a paw to cover her eyes, blocking the sun coming in the window. 

I wonder if Kristin would be up for a late brunch at Centre Street Cafe. 

Doppelganger
Originally uploaded by abbyladybug.

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Update: Sara offers us something similar: