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.
Sometimes people suck. They can be rude and ignorant and full of ill intentions. But sometimes people don’t suck. They can be downright swell, actually.