I consider pedicures a real

I consider pedicures a real treat. I’m handy enough with the nail polish and bending in weird positions to get a nice result from my home variety ones, but every once in a while I just say, fuck it: I’m treating myself. I picked out today for my lunchtime pedi so my toes would be in prime condition for my trip to Denver tomorrow. And what does Fox News decide to report on while I’m waiting for them to get to the weather? The disgusting infections people get from nail salons. Not just a little fungus here or there, but full on scarring and hospitalization and Paula Abdul talking about having to get 20 shots of pain killers in her BONE. It was awful. J freaked out on the spot and told me under no condition was I allowed to get a pedicure today. Okay, so he didn’t so much FORBID it as just get a really worried expression on his face and shake his head.

But the toes, they must be prettified. They were begging and I’d been putting it off too long to look back now. So I told J sorry, and booked an appointment at lunch. And I wasn’t able to relax one single minute I was sitting in that chair. The expert on the Fox report said that the most prevalent source of the infections was the whirlpool bath on the massage chairs and that it’s better if the place just has a bowl of water. To which the Fox reporter was even like, “Pshwah! And good luck finding that!” Anyway, I don’t know if my money was wasted because even though my toes are now lovely, I’m all tensed up thinking about dirty disease crawling into my leg pores. Aaaaaand, happy Wednesday to you!

I don’t know how often I’ll be checking in while I’m in Denver, but if you’re wondering what I’m up to I will either be:

Flying
Attending a shower my mom’s friends are throwing for me (woo!)
Buying a wedding gift (for friends)
Buying wedding bands (for us)
Going to a wedding (of friends)

It’s an all-weekend wedding extravaganza! I’ll be flying home on the 4th, so maybe I’ll get to fulfill my childhood dream of being in an airplane while fireworks explode in the sky. I’m sure I believed the planes flew right through the giant displays and the passengers were treated to a personal light show right outside their windows, so I’m sure the reality will disappoint the inner-child. I’ll wave at you from the plane, though, if you see me flying above your fireworks.

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