I have a good friend named Carmel. We have known each other since the 5th grade.
What I am about to tell you is all her fault.
On one of her visits last year, she gave me a gift certificate for a pedicure. I was reluctant. I had never had a pedicure, and my Protestant nature viewed them with a bit of ….. disdain.
Carmel felt that I deserved some pampering. That doing something for myself would be good for my soul. She had grown weary of my plow-horse mentality.
Who the hell can’t cut their own toenails for-cyring-out-loud? What kind of pampered, self-indulged spoiled brat spends good money on pedicures??!
I knew that if I didn’t use the gift certificate Carmel would never forgive me. Moreover, she would never shut up about it. So off I went.
Thus began my year long love affair with pedicures. God do I love pedicures! I broke off my relationship with my toes and gave it to someone else. I even indulge in the occasional manicure.
I need to digress for a moment to share with you some pictures of things I have painted. Every room in my house has been painted by yours truly. I am not an artist by any stretch of the imagination, but I do have a steady hand and have managed to turn out some respectable efforts:
As I mentioned yesterday, this has been a week of back to school activities. This includes back to school clothes shopping. Combined with horse shows, I have been hemorrhaging $$.
Last night I decided to tackle my toes.
Witness the destruction:
I am not prone to spasms, I was not drunk. I am hard pressed to explain what happened. I was happily painting my toes. Suddenly the bottle was flying out of my hands. In my attempt to grab it, I performed a Jackson Pollack in my kitchen.
I think it may have been the spirits of my nose-to-the-grindstone forebearers …..
purlingswine 
Ann, now that you have shown that you destroy property while you are doing your toes, The Boar will have no problem understanding that you NEED to pay for an OCCASIONAL pedicure (not the every other day thing you were doing by compensating for years of self neglect!) By the way, how did the dogs fare while the nail polish was flying? I hear that stuff can take out an eye!
That’ll teach ya!!! LOL
LOVE your paintings. Wanna come to my house? I’ll pay in yarn, a REAL pedicure, and hugs!
Hey, I take exception to the Pollock comment. I run the Pollock-Krasner House & Study Center Web site (http://www.pkhouse.org). I have walked on his famous studio floor and sat on his bed.
Now, I was a born protestant, so I guess that is why I never got into the nail and face paint! Thank you for explaining that.
Yes, gals, I’ve seen her paintings… Her home really needs to be featured in Better Swines and Gardens.
With all that you have saved in landscaping fees, get yourself to the shop and have a pedicure! They are so ridiculously cheap on “the Ave”
Too, too funny…..
good god, i thought that was blood!! you should warn us or something….
but the toesies do look good despite the splatter effect. :)
Dear goodness. I thought that was blood!!
Your toes look good, though.
hey i hear boars give great feet! ask him next time.