Some gals said they were going to get themselves pedicures and I said "Pedicure? Umm yes please." So yesterday I hopped in the shower right after my workout and took extra time to shave my legs (didn't want to exfoliate the crap out of anybody's hands when they had to massage my legs....I'm really thoughtful like that). And we drove over together, pumped for some ultimate relaxation.
Anybody remember this nail salon?
Our pretty nail ladies sat in a row in front of our chairs, chatting with us. The two girls I went with are in the bebe-business if you know what I mean....totally preggers—like Aubrey's having her babe on Tuesday, Krystal is due middle of May. Krystal and her husband are not finding out what the gender is and the nail ladies were full of tricks and tips of gender-guessing. "You ly sweet o sowa?" "No no no no. Dat one don matta."—"You beby pointy, you having boy. I know."—"You pom soft? Boy. Boy means soft hand."
Then our friendly little ladies turned to me, "You single?" Dang. Forgot to wear my wedding ring. "Nope. I'm married." which I promptly followed up with "But noooooot pregnant." didn't want that awkward conversation. "Oooh. How long you marry?" "Almost three and half years." "You have no beby?" "Nope. Not yet." "Oooh. Time for beby. Beby is niiii. It bring you closa togetha."
Oh I loved it.
Best day of my week. And the leg massage part was heaven aaaaaand my magician-nail-lady made my teensy-toenails look normal and nice and not abnormally small and freaky.
I think I'll be going back. Next month? I'm sure we can work it in the budget.
When it was all over I ended up with blue Hawaiian flowers on my big toes. I must have agreed to it.... somewhere in the middle the "what?"s and "oh. ok..."s. Definitely not a royal blue girl, woulda asked for a nice coral with gold sparkles, but it's all good. I think she was just matching my toes with my skirt (which I'm pretty sure, by the angle of the chair, peeps could see straight up).
Next time I'll wear a coral sweater.