I believe age is just a number, that it's all in how you feel, but as I enter the last year of my twenties, I can't help but realize this isn't where I imagined I'd be. I vow to use this next year to take chances, try the things I've hesitated to before and ultimately accept the life I've achieved as I hit the big 3-0, knowing I haven't held back. Wanna come? Let's see what the next 365 brings...
Friday, July 30, 2010
Day 15: Another BJ moment in my life...
Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. Bridget Jones moment! In case you hadn't heard, I find I'm constantly plageud by moments in life where I have the best intentions to do the trendy/cool/hip/NORMAL things...only to end up hitting catastrophe and looking like a fool.
I'm lined up for a girly best friend day this weekend. My two best girls from college and I all have birthdays within 10 days of each other in July. (i'm the youngest! :) ) So, instead of buying gifts, we try to spend a day together. This year, it's margarita pedicures, lunch and plenty of cocktails to follow. Now, I can count on one hand the number of pedicures I've had in my life, my last being just about 2 years ago. THREE DAYS before my scheduled toesy treatment, I slam my foot into the coffee table, stubbing the absolute life out of my index toe (I don't know if that's what it's called, but I bet you know which one I'm talking about). I feel like it's broken in two, it's now all cut up on the top AND I'm pretty sure the toe nail is going to fall off. Seriously? This couldn't have waited a week until after I had to drop my feet in another person's lap and have her (or him!) polish them up? Good grief... So, now I'm left wondering if I back out for fear of embarassment when she likely gasps upon first look, or if I push forward, explain the situation and hope I'm not the first person to have a fugly toe. I think I'm going with the second option, even though my inner voice is SCREAMING the first, because I want this damn pedicure! Why should the other 9 toes have to suffer for my clumsiness? I'm taking a stand and not being afraid of what someone else might say. I mean, it's her job to make fugly feet pretty again, right? Bright side...maybe I'll get a discount.
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well?? did she laugh? did she gasp in horror? or was it just a perfect pedi with the besties?
ReplyDeletei keep envisioning that it fell off and could not be found in the footwashing tub!
ReplyDeleteAlas, the famed toenail is still in tact... After a much more detailed description than the poor woman needed or wanted...she treated my toesy with the utmost care and polisehd it up for me. It looks downright normal this morning. :) She agrees it is most likely going to fall off at some point though, so I've got that to look forward to...
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