Yesterday, I did this:
Okay, I didn't do it myself--but that's the point! I got a pedicure!!! I haven't had a pedicure in about seven years, and yesterday on a whim I just decided that it was time for one. (My Mom seemed relieved when I told her; she's always concerned that my toes and feet are suffering from my lax Boulder hippie attitude. Well, that and my unwaxed eyebrows.)
Pedicures are strange things. I mean, you pay someone to massage and buff your feet, all the while not really speaking to them and instead reading a trashy celebrity magazine. Except me. I accidentally dropped the trashy magazine into the soapy foot water. Oops. And I declined her very nice offer to use a razor on my foot calluses. Yikes!
I wasn't super excited with how orange the nail polish came out, but at least this time the nail technician didn't say "Oh, no, that's a grandma color." (I'll tell the rest of my prom story some other time.)
On a more yummy and girly note, David and I went for a wedding cake tasting today--hooray! Cake is, after all, part of the reason we decided to have any kind of wedding.
|This is David being condescending about how cake has so much sugar and that's gross and all. I'm like freaking out because the cake hasn't been put in front of me yet. Where.Is.My.Sugar?!!|
|Raspberry Butter Cake, Cookies and Cream Cake, and Carrot Cake.|
I guess I'm not sooooo lady-like after all, because this is the plate afterwards:
You can barely tell which side is up, and that's how I felt after working my magic on all those sugar cupcake balls.
But, it was good while it lasted, and I know which cake I'm looking forward to (over)eating on our wedding night...
*Any guesses on which two flavors we chose? Have you ever considered pretending to be engaged just so you could go to a wedding cake tasting?