A pedicure. But it is November and I'm not heading south anytime soon, so who will see this pedicure. Me, B and that's about it. So do I spend the money to make my heals look better, my toes all pretty. Or do I just wait, and let them get yuckier (is that a word?).
This last paragraph makes me realize how weird I am. And how much I wished I lived in a southern state or had a trip planned soon. My dad is heading to Florida for a few weeks. I don't think he wants a pedicure though, and I don't think he will pack me in his suitcase and take me with him.
Well, I haven't made up my mind, do I get one or not. I am going to let my feet decide.
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