Happy Feet

So, yesterday I got pedi's with my great friend, Jess. We talked. We drank (free) wine.  {Wine is like beer; there are only three kinds - hot, cold and free. Naturally, free is the best. It's true, my dad told me - and he doesn't lie.} We talked some more. We read trashy magazines (and found out Sandra Bullock & Ryan Reynold's got married...WTF?). And visited and caught up like old friends do. (Even though we're not really that old.)

Anyways - moral of the story (I promise it's coming) - Jess and I always get our toes "did" together. Really. It's weird - I don't really go and get pedicures with anyone else. I can't say I know why? That's just the way it happens, I guess. Well, that and we're really good at sitting and gossiping in those vibrating chairs. Even though I always get so mad at myself because I ALWAYS forget to turn mine on for like ten minutes - and get mad at myself because I feel like I've missed out on a really good back massage. Ha, even though we know that those things just 'cheeto-chop' at your back.

Okay, moral of the story: I got zebra painted toes; light pink with black zebra stripes (or tiger...whichever you want to call it) Wait for it....wait for it. And I got five compliments in the restroom today for my nicely painted toenails....from complete strangers!

Moral of the story: Women in bathroom stalls totally check out other women's feet. I have proof.

#1 -Excuse the 1/22/08 date on the photo - clearly we're not in '08 anymore. (duh, people in '08 didn't get zebra painted toenails - or I'm gonna tell myself that)
#2 - Excuse my sausage of toes stuffed in my shoes. I promise they didn't look that bad when I left this morning.

Happy Tuesday, friends. Go getcha some zebra toes! You won't regret it!