I had a ‘last’ today that I believe has to do with age.
I am officially declaring that I will never, ever, ever again do my own pedicure!
I don’t know if it’s the arthritis, or the middle age bulge, but huggin my knees up to my chin so that I could see my toes…was excruciating! In fact, I don’t think I accomplished it. I squirmed, and wormed in every possible position. I twisted and turned and even tryed to hold my tootsie’s in position, and it was well, stressful! I don’t believe it was this difficult when I was 9 months pregnant. Of course, I could have possibly weighed less at 9 months pregnant! (I’m not telling)
I’m finished, it’s the end of an era. No more buying cutsie nail polish. From this point on, I leave it to the nice guy at the mall who shakes his head and smiles, and if he says “ewww”, it’s in a foreign language that I can’t understand.
The blessing in todays pedicure? Even with my reading glasses on, I can’t see what an awful job I did! It’s a subtle blur of “Burgundy Ice”…and for today, it’s going to have to do!