Ok, so I didn’t get a pedicure before going on vacation. I thought I might treat myself to one while away, but I didn’t. I didn’t feel the need. Why bother? Who cares? They’re aired out for three days and then they get wrapped in warm swaddling socks until summer.
I didn’t anticipate my toes being in any pictures…you’ve all seen those annoying vacation photos of the girl’s perfectly pedicured toes in the sand. Yeah, I thought so. We know you’re on vacation…stop taking pictures of your feet and take a picture of something pretty!!! Or something boring like your dessert of creme brulee. I would rather see a million photos of the water and the waves and the sand and anything else.
I didn’t even take a picture of myself on my trip! Wait…now that I think about it, I did take a picture of my bangs sticking straight up one morning. I also had my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth. What can I say, Danger is my middle name. Yeah, baby!
My toes were not supposed to make an appearance in this picture…and I neglected to crop them out. And now, it has taken over my whole train of thought….because as I type this, those fat little cheese sticks are wiggling hello at me.
