I had never had a manicure or pedicure before. Ever. I always did my own nails, even for my wedding I did my own french tip nails, with some help from my mom for my right hand, lol. Anyway, when my friend Lacey found out, she insisted on treating me and rectifying the issue. She had gotten a gift certificate for a nail salon for a pedi and mani, and decided to split it with me because she said it's more fun to go with someone. So, I met with her, and another of her friends from school tagged along, and I officially got my first pedicure. And I must say, it was definitely indulgent. The gift certificate was for the ultra-deluxe pedicures, and I had no idea how much they did beyond just painting my toenails. By the end of the 45-minute session, my feet and legs (up to my knees) had been soaked, washed, lathered, scrubbed, exfoliated, lotioned, oiled, massaged, and even were given a massage with hot stones and wrapped in heated towels, all while I sat in a huge massage chair with my feet in a miniature whirlpool hot tub. Of course they also cleaned, trimmed, shaped, painted, decorated and shellacked my toenails, complete with (much to Danny's dismay) rhinestone details. The fumes in the place were pretty strong, and the people at the store didn't speak much english (the lady with me kept smiling at me and asking, "you like?"), and to do it regularly would get expensive really fast, but otherwise it was kind of fun, they looked great for weeks, and it's kinda nice to get pampered once in a while, I guess... makes me which I had done it for the wedding, haha. I could've used the time to just sit and relax. Oh well. Now I can say I've done it at least once. Thanks Lacey!
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| ...on the bright side, now when I paint my toenails blue or purple, he's a lot better with it because it's so much more subdued than the bedazzled flowers, haha. |


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