Excited, since it's been a year since my last haircut, I took a quick shower and made my way down to the beautician. I walked in and told them who I was.
"Oh, your husband scheduled you a haircut and a pedicure." the lady said with a smile.
My smile faded, "A what now?!" I demanded.
"A haircut and a pedicure?" she answered with hesitation.
"Are you kidding me?!"
It's not that I wasn't thankful for the present (I'd never had a real pedicure before), but he could have told me all the details. The problem was that my feet and legs were absolutely not presentable. Adam has been working from 9am-midnight every day except Sunday and I'm extremely pregnant and uncomfortable. I never have time to shave my legs nor do I really want to bend that way unless absolutely necessary. Not only have my legs not been shaved in over a month, but I haven't painted my toe nails since my brother's wedding on August 1st. Needless to say, all that was left were weird colored shapes on my big toes. Classy.
Lesson 40: going to your first pedicure with hairy legs and chipped painted big toes = white trash
