Thursday, December 27, 2012
12 Foot Love
I got a pedicure with my mother-in-law and sisters-in-law this week, which was a special treat. I know people get manicures and pedicures all the time, but it always feels kind of fancy to me. Time with the girls, time away from the kids, and a session in one of those back massage chairs? Yes, please. And all of this while a person tends to my feet like I'm a celebrity or something? I'm sure this is what the founding fathers had in mind.
It didn't start great. I couldn't find the polish color I wanted, and I was running out of time. I was feeling the stink eye from the nail technician, so I went with the color I had in my hand. I knew it wasn't a big deal, but since my feet are loved so infrequently, and I know that polish will stay on until it falls off, I wanted a color I really liked.
I headed to my assigned chair, imperfect polish in hand, and parked my rear. Speaking of rears, have you guys tried one of those massage chairs that has a seat massager? I swear, it felt like someone was trying to shove a fist up my crack. What could be better than getting butt-fisted while a stranger scrapes dead skin off of my feet? All of that happening while watching Toddlers and Tiaras on the nail salon television, and sitting next to my mother-in-law while we laugh about our butt play, that's what.
That pedicure was awesome. My feet looked and felt amazing, the massage chair had an option to turn off the violating seat massage, and my polish looked great. And thanks to the crazy moms on Toddlers and Tiaras, I felt like an outstanding parent the entire time.