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To: epicure who wrote (65226)	7/4/2004 7:48:45 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 71178

lol nothing but net!

To: epicure who wrote (65226)	7/9/2004 8:41:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

folk thongs Leah sounds like a graduate of DAR. That was a really good one. I have an embarrassing moment story from this week. At my ripe old age, very few things embarrass me anymore. I used to worry sometimes that I embarrassed my children, and one day I said to Ammo after saying something stupid to a grocery clerk, "I hope I didn't embarrass you," and he said, "Naw". Then he ruined it by adding, "You're lucky, Mom. I don't embarrass easily." Which is really insulting when you think about it since it implies I walk around all day doing idiotic Funniest Home Video things. And indeed, I sometimes do.... (seque to story) I don't splurge much on things like manicures and facials, so when I got my pedicure the other day, I just wandered into a place nearby I had never been. These places make me very uncomfortable because I'm sure there's some rich woman etiquette book to which I am not privy, and as a pretender, I will commit egregious errors and they will all look at each other and nod, thinking, well, you can tell SHE's just fallen off the turnip truck. I got through the pedicure well enough, since I just kept my mouth shut. (The boys inform me that it is because I TALK that I get into trouble). She finished and said, "You go dry feet under light" and pointed to a table with this light hanging over it. So I sat down and looked at it, and thought, wow this is strange. I mean I am in my 50s, and this light is like two feet over my head. But because I am obedient and trying to be quiet, I lift my feet up to the table, grunting, and sit there. I hear a giggle. Then another. Then my lady comes over, going, "Nonononono! This light!" and points UNDER the table. Oh. I am SO glad Ammo wasn't there. I think this would have made even Mr. You Can't Embarrass Me blush.