Tonight we were outside talking to our new neighbor. (As it turns out, he went to Hendrix and remembered Russ. Small world!) We're in the just-get-to-know-you chitchatty phase of things, but he and his wife seem really sweet and fun.
We were standing in the driveway playing with their cute little white terrier, treking down memory lane - sharing Hendrix stories, when Mrs. Earnestine came outside and asked how I had been feeling.
I told her, "Well, it appears I've reached the bottom of the bucket. I'm now in the 'try anything' phase of attempting to find some relief from these stinking headaches. I'm considering acupuncture and today I actually saw a chiropractor. Bring on the voodoo medicine!"
Jacob looked over from talking to Russ and said, "Well, if you end up not liking the guy you're going to, I know a good one I can refer you to."
I said, "Oh, really, who do you use?"
(You all see where this is headed, right? ...Yeah, too bad I didn't.)
"My dad. He's really good."
Vrrrrrrrrp. Screeching halt.
Oh my gosh, I felt AWFUL. I'm pretty sure I bypassed red and went straight to purple. Good job, Kristy! A+ on your people skills. Now boot-kick his little puppy across the lawn and call it a day. Geez.
In other news: we didn't have any winners to our "Dance Concert" game. I thought Clue #4 might be the one to give it away, but I guess not. So, here you go - the answer to what Sophie was boogeying down to:
"In The End" by Linkin Park.
"Breaking The Habit" by Linkin Park.
"Who Let The Dogs Out" was an awesome guess, Chris Forbes. Way better than what she was actually listening to. I'm considering awarding a "Best Guess" prize. (Like maybe the Woo Pig t-shirt I owe your wifey from nine months ago??)