My Hour and Forty-five Minutes of Luxury

Sandal season is close enough I figured I could justify a pedicure. Turns out the salon I go to now has iPads for the customers to play with while they soak, so I checked LJ and my webmail, typed up a few story notes on Google Docs, and looked up the floor plans of Four-square/Prairie houses to see if they'd work as a setting.

Je Ne Regrette Rien

Me: This guy looks like Biker Tintin.

green_trilobite: He looks like Biker Freud.

Me: Biker Freud Tintin.