calico

I got a manicure today. And a pedicure. I don't usually "icure" anything. My sister and I went to get groceries and stopped off at the nail place because her nails always look so good and mine...don't. So I sat in the big chair with my feet in blue water and the guy pushes a button and says as he walks away, "if you don't like the buttocks, just push the buttocks button."

uh, huh?

I looked at my sister with a "seriously?" face, showing gratitude for the treat and contempt for uncomfortable primping rituals in the same nose crinkle. And as she laughed at me with some serious satisfaction, knowing what was coming (and finding it quite hilarious), the chair started shaking, making my guts vibrate with those giant rollers rolling around, "massaging" my back, shoulders, and...whoa mamma...I pushed that button. off.

thank you very much.

Side story: Kacie climbs into bed with us some mornings and warms up her cold feet by tucking them under my legs. One morning she said, "Mom, your legs are spicy!"

She meant prickly. I hadn't shaved for a while. no judgements necessary.

So, I got a pedicure with very spicy legs today.

And although it was a bit awkward and I saw the lady's eyebrows raise at the amount of calous on my heels as she shaved them with a giant cheese grater...my nails on both ends look lovely.

a nice way to end a good year.