that I don't like feet. As far as I'm concerned, no one on this planet has pretty feet. Perhaps I feel this way because I have big ones. In fact, Matt and I are only half a shoe size apart. He has actually put on my shoes on accident because we each have a pair that are similar. He only realized that they were mine when they were a bit tight in the toes. Yeah, I have big feet. I won't touch his feet and I won't touch any other adults feet. I am comfortable with Matt touching mine (I have feet issues, so he rubs/tickles/massages my feet almost every night) but I am not that comfortable with any one else touching them other than maybe a doctor.
Back at Christmas time, Matt gave me a gift certificate to go and get a pedicure. I meant to do it so many times. But getting away just isn't easy. Especially when we were living in the hotel, then moving in, and then not even sure how to get to that place where he got the gift certificate. Well, today it happened. And very unexpectedly. I went with Rachel, who gets pedicures way more often than I do. My last one was when I got married. Almost seven years ago. Rachel was very impressed with how my feet looked going so long in between pedicures. (I just take care of my feet. if they look decent, less attention is on them.) And I am digging my pedicure. I had her do those little flower things on the big toe and mine look pretty awesome. If somehow I could upload pictures I would show you. I'm kind of excited to wear my sandals now. And since I enjoyed it so much today, I just might do it again soon. We'll see if that actually happens though. Who wants to come with me next time???
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