My Aching Feet!!!

Today my best friend, Kelly, and I got a much needed and much deserved pedicure. Ahhhhhhh!!! What is it about a pedicure that is so spectacular. I love to admire my feet afterward and I always wish that "fresh from the pedicure" feeling would last forever. I'll lay in bed at night and admire my feet and how pretty they are with their pretty shiny polish and flower on the big toes. I ask John if he thinks they're pretty. "Sure", he says. Hmmm. Somehow I just don't think he appreciates it as much as I do.

Is it just me, or is it impossible to understand the people that do the pedicures. I mean, I don't want to discriminate by any means and I SWEAR that I'm accepting of people no matter what their race, but I always have this little paranoia that the one doing my pedicure is laughing at my gangly feet and making jokes in another language to the person next to them. It also gives me A LOT of anxiety when they ask me a question. Oh No!! They're talking to me!! What did she/he say??! I hate saying, "what?" to them too because I always feel like I'm insulting them. I always make sure I can definitely say "what" before I actually say "what?" Is it just me or do you feel this way too?

Kind of a bold pedicure, I know. The lady REALLY wanted to do this purple flower though so I let her. It's very pretty... just a bit bold for my taste.