8.13.2009

2nd ever pedicure

Anyone who knows me really well, knows I have an aversion to feet. Ok, maybe not an aversion per se, more like a fear of. That's right ... I don't touch feet, I don't want feet near me, if I never had to look at feet I'd be ok with that. I don't even like touching socks that have been on feet. And if I could ensure that I wore the same sock on the same foot every time, I would. It took me three years to be able to pick Phil's socks up so I could wash them. Even now, I touch as little of the sock as humanly possible, pinching it between my thumb and finger at the cuff.



I don't give foot rubs. I will allow Phil to rub my feet, but only if I have my socks on. It took four years of dating for that one to happen.



It's a sad state of affairs, I know. But this being said, you can understand that I've never had a professional pedicure. Not once. Imagine my surprise when I felt the need for a pedicure to go along with my beautiful wedding dress a few weeks ago. I wasn't thinking anything crazy. I was going to give myself a pedicure. I read up on it, got the supplies, and LOVED it!



So now I've decided that once a month or so, I'm going to pamper myself and indulge in an at-home-pedicure. Maybe such rebellion will one day lead to a professional one!

8.11.2009

we're back, kinda, sort of....

Phil, the boz, and I spent the night Sunday and all day Monday at the lake. When we first arrived we had no electricity, due to a car accident several miles away, and had to scrounge for some candles to see by. Monday, we had a great time introducing Boz to the water and traveling across the lake by kayak. At one point, we had to leave Boz inside while we were out on the water because he wouldn't stop jumping out of the kayaks and into the water. I think we've created a monster!