Blue Dye and Stupidity

Have you ever been greeted by a nice firm handshake? Would you be as receptive if the hand was blue? Would you tilt your head slightly to the left, squint you eyes, and judge the person as a bit off kilter? I hope not, because they could just be a little bored or a touch crazy.

So, it goes like this. Eliz was dying a white shirt blue, but only on the bottom with a gentle fade as it rose up. This is my creative baby's way of doing designer on her own. Why pay high dollar when it's so easy to DIY. She was doing this in the house, no problem, excpet our now blue counter...splotchy blue. As she was rinsing and drying the shirt I noticed a pot full of blue dye.

I thought to myself, I have never seen anyone with one blue hand before...wouldn't that be a sight to see. I geuss I could have let my imagination run with that thought and kept on with my night, but really, what kind of fun is that. What's the only this to do, but plunge your hand down into the pot and gingerly sip a beer for approximately 5 minutes. I mean, what's the worst that could happen, huh?

 Looks like tomorrow I will be greeting clients with sturdy, hard, BLUE, handshake.  And probably a sheepish grin too.  I gotta start working on my story of how this happened.  Right now I am think saving a baby from a fire in a Dye Factory.  I think I can pull that off.