A few weeks ago a 14 year-old boy in the Okanagan tragically died after inhaling the dust of the droppings of deer mice.
A post pedicure shot.
I like to call my toes a saucy shade of Rich Girl Red.
So, the pedicure was divine. The delightful European technician simultaneously talked my ear off and worked her magic on my bedraggled tootsies. My heels are now smooth, my toe nails straight and scarlett.
My parents used to host a Christmas party in our home every year.
At aquasize the other night I was too busy gabbing to keep up with the changing movements.