I went and got a much needed pedicure tonight.
I've read of some bad pedicure experiences, and some really cute ones, but today, mine was just plain wonderful. My only complaint is that I really wish I knew what those ladies were saying. When they glance up at you, say something quietly to their co-workers, and then they all look at you and giggle, it really makes you wonder. At one point they started asking me about my baby (pointing at my protruding belly, of course) and I'm not sure, but I might have agreed to calling them when I go into labor. Or maybe I'm supposed to name him after their shop. Quite honestly, I have no idea what I agreed to when I smiled and nodded, but they seemed pleased.
Anyway, aren't them toes pretty?
Now then... guess who needs a pedicure?
Because Crayola marker pedicures just don't do the trick.