Yesterday I had the opportunity to subject myself to torture, pain, and beauty, all in one hour. I accepted that invitation because my friends invited me to do so and I hadn’t prepared an excuse.
I had a pedicure. I hate them. I mostly hate them for the inevitable comments I receive from the technicians. Okay – I know my feet are awful. I walk outside without shoes, winter, spring, summer and fall. I use the sidewalk as a pumice. I only put lotion on my feet when the cracks are so bad I hobble. So, I know a pedicure will be a personal raking over the coals by a callous technician. (cough) Also, I am horrendously ticklish on my feet. I have unintentionally kicked two foot magicians in the past. Yes, pedicures are not my favorite thing.
Well, I may have Pretty Toes For Nothing, because I am not going to any beaches or warm climes. I am sure my husband will appreciate the effort though and think I spiffed up for our Valentine’s Day celebration.
Are we having a Valentine’s Day celebration?