My husband and I were walking through the mall this weekend and I can’t express enough how much of a chore that is for my husband. He will spend hours at places like Cabela’s but when it comes to the mall and shopping … let’s just say there’s nothing like shopping with Oscar the Grouch.
After a few hours of shopping, we passed a manicure/pedicure shop and this was our conversation …
Me: I think I might get a pedicure before vacation and have a fish painted on my big toe.
Oscar: For what?
Me: Because it’s cute.
Oscar: Why have someone do something for you when you can do it yourself?
Me: I know but there’s nothing like sitting in a massage chair having someone massage and tend to your feet. I think you should come with. It feels really good. You’ll really like it.
And with that, my husband turned and looked at me with a serious face…
Oscar: All you have to do is scrub your damn feet.
And I couldn’t stop laughing. And I laughed some more. And I’m still laughing.
So I ask my male readers – would you get a pedicure? Feel free to answer anonymously.
Have a good day all … and I refuse to massage his feet until they are scrubbed by a damn professional.
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At a very young age my niece Addison started referring to our deer mounts as Bambi. Around the time she started talking, yet not in full sentences, she couldn’t wait to take my hand and show me into her room just to dig through piles of kid’s DVDs. Without a word she found the one DVD associated with me – Bambi.
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