And so it came to pass that my pal Liz wanted some alcohol inks. Ok, I have tons and don't use them much so I thinks... Self, be a good person and give Liz some inks. I dutifully gets them all out then decide, oh, woe is me, to make sure all the tops are on tight. What an idiot. The sapphire blue bottle cracks and leaks all over me. As you can see.
Then I saw a comment from my clay pal Anke Humpert who reminded me that if I go in public, people will look at me funny which immediately reminded me of a funny thing that happened to me about 25 years ago. Speaking of blue hands.....
I was on a flight home to Honolulu from San Francisco. My seat mate was a very nice kind of rough and tumble 60-ish woman who tells me she is a cattle rancher in Montana. We chat very happily for a few hours. Then, the meals come and they have given me some dead thing to eat so I offer it to my seat mate as I am a 35 year vegetarian. She takes it then looks horrified and starts squirming and trying to back herself out the plane window. I can't figure out what's wrong with her as she ought to be used to dead things on her dinner plate. While I am trying to think of a nice way to say...WHAT is the matter with you? I decide I'll go shishi and let her eat her dead animal. When I get into the lavatory I see that the palms of my hands are totally blue from the new blue jeans I bought in SF and didn't wash before I wore them home.
Naturally, these blue palms make me laugh hysterically. So, I wash the blue off then return to my seat where I show my seat mate my hands and say, "Hey, ???, did you see my hands? I bought these jeans yesterday and the dye has come off all over my hands." She heaves this HUGE sigh of relief and stops trying to force herself out the plane window. Then she says, "Oh, thank God! I thought you had some weird disease from being a vegetarian! I was afraid I'd catch it." Oiks. :( I tell her that vegetarianism is not communicable and we spend the rest of the flight in harmony. Why me? :D