My thoughts are bad…

I’m so glad they don’t always pop out of my mouth. I was minding my own business yesterday at work when a random male customer looked at my nails and said, “Somebody needs a manicure!”

And I just looked at him and said nothing out loud (I think) but my brain said, “Somebody needs a boyfriend.” Well, he ought not be pointing out my nails. I work and paint and scrape and I’m not a girly girl. He pointed out the rate of speed by which I was chewing my gum next, and the fact that he could smell the minty flavor way over there. “Next!”

Today I was walking by someone who said they were so glad they were find the time to get all their shopping done that morning. I immediately thought, “I’m so glad I was able to find two matching socks this morning.”

Is this just my life?