If I Found a Pot of Gold, I’d Give it to Kim
I have never in all my days had the arch of my foot flatten out onto the breastbone of anyone – much less have I ever had my foot rest between another woman’s bosoms – not until today when I went to Natural Nails beside the Co-op for a pedicure. This, my friends, was the best pedicure I have ever had. Kim was unable to speak very much English, but she was very able to treat my hideous feet and legs Right! I’m telling you, she took her little fists and beat my feet from side to side, intimately yet unreservedly propped me on her chest, and then rubbed everything that hurt right out of my shins. These toes were in poor shape, so maybe she felt sorry for me, but the massage was the longest part of the whole thing, and now my toes look fairly great. You have got to go do it. If I had been a millionaire, I would have tipped her 500%.
Have I said yet that I am going to Alabama for my little brother’s wedding and some fried squash? I’m truly pumped for the being there but not for the driving there. When you have three wigglers 3 years and under, you lose that part of you that loves the journey. I wish that weren’t so.
Because I love you so very much, I have scheduled a few posts for this upcoming week – so y’all come back, alright? (Just wait to hear my accent after I’ve been in the hills for a few days.)
If you have a few minutes, please do not look up “Alabama” on YouTube. I was going to go with a theme for my away-posts, but to perpetuate my findings on my great Southern state would be a shame. (Do not click on anything that has to do with Alabama and leprechauns. I’m for real. Don’t be rebellious. ) You could look up poetry or pedicure safety instead.