Today is my husband's birthday. Happy Birthday, honey!
So yesterday, in his honor, I got a pedicure.
I know. It doesn't make sense that I would give myself a present for his birthday. But that's how my mind operates.
Oh. And also tomorrow is my birthday. So really I guess the pedicure is a gift to us from me.
That makes it sound a little better. Ahem.
Anyway, as I was getting my pedicure the sweet little Vietnamese pedicurist, turned up her nose and said, "Ewwww. You feet so dry!"
Talk about horrifying.
The woman who works with dirty, scaly, stinky feet ALL. DAY. LONG. turned up her nose at MY feet.
So. Happy Birthday to my poor husband! I'm not sure how he puts up with me and my so dry feet.
If possible, this makes me love him even more.