Oil and Linoleum Don’t Mix…

My floors in the lovely Pink Palace are faux hardwood linoleum. Easy to clean, good conductor of heat, I can’t complain.

This is probably the driest country I’ve ever lived in. I have already used my entire (what I thought would be) one year’s supply of lotion in a mere three months. I hate having dry skin. I keep lotion at school, I keep lotion in my purse, I am constantly reapplying lotion. One day I was complaining to Chanta about my dry skin. She suggested I apply baby oil after a hot shower, then apply lotion, to lock in the oil. A sure secret to soft skin. I searched the store for baby oil. No baby oil, but seaweed oil. Close enough. I’ve dubbed this process “Operation Moisturization.” Everyday, after my shower, I lather myself with oil, let it sink in, then rub lotion in. I think it’s helping.

Today, as I was finishing applying the seaweed oil, the phone rang. As I’ve mentioned before, this is an unusual occurrence. So I ran the, oh, 10 feet across my apartment to answer my phone. I thought I could simultaneously stop and answer the phone at the same time. Which shouldn’t have been a problem. Except that I had just applied seaweed oil rather generously. As my hand picked up the receiver, my feet slipped out from below me. Bam! Trying not to scream, I calmly said, “Hello?” Job-sayo… Job-sayo. “Job-sayo…” [fast Korean phrase] “Mian hamnida. Miguk. Hangul – ani-o.” And with that he hung up. Wrong number. As I laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling, I thought, this could be worse. I’m not sure how, but it could be worse….