It is a beautiful spring day here in Southern Cali. I went for a walk on my lunch. Okay, I walked to the mall, but it’s still like two blocks away. I would have stayed outside, but while it is beautiful it is also windy, and I didn’t care to have my hair blown all over the place. I hadn’t been to the mall in a long time, so I felt it was a good way to spend my lunch. I went into a few shops, where I purchased two hats! I’m so excited to wear them. One is a brownish knit cap, and the other is a fuzzy red visor. I’ll be supa-fly in them. After I bought the hats, the urge suddenly came over me to get a pedicure. I don’t know why. I think I’ve had maybe four pedicures in my whole life. Usually I’ll think about getting one, and then I think of a million better ways to spend that $15. I still thought of better ways to spend the money, but then I remembered that you get a foot massage with a pedicure. And I really, really wanted a foot massage. I would pay a lot for one. Because I don’t do…feet. I’ll paint my toenails, but I don’t have to touch my feet when I do that. I think feet are just the grossest things. I can deal with the feet of babies, but once they start walking, their feet are lumped in with the rest. I don’t know what it is about feet. They are just one of those things that completely turn my stomach. The sight of them, ech, even just thinking about them right now! Anyway, so I went and got a pedicure. I didn’t watch the girl do it, but DAMN did she give my feet a good massage. Ten minutes, easy. And she rubbed all the way up to each knee. I wished I could have taken a nap, I was so relaxed. So, now my toenails have pretty purple polish on them. Although, I’ve only looked at them once. I’m leaving work early today to take The Jackster’s car into the shop. There’s something in the water at our apartment, because she was rear-ended last week in her new car. It’s like we’re magnets or something. Poor thing, though, she was leaving for Australia just six hours later. She must have been so sore on that 15-hour flight! I can’t imagine, although I know the pain of seeing your pretty new car all banged up.