Some people are weird about feet, so apologies in advance for this picture popping up on your dashboard. But, I needed to document my first pedicure. And how I got my toenails painted purple. All dark and gothic and whoops. And how it obviously did not put me into labor. And how I’m still debating whether it was worth it and whether I’d ever get another pedicure.

My friend Katie volunteered to go with me, which was good. Because a stranger touching my feet would’ve been a lot more awkward if I would’ve had to sit there by myself with no one to talk to. 

Rosemary knows what “toes” means and can point out her toes and other people’s toes, etc. But, when she says the word “toes,” it comes out “ooga,” for some reason. She’s very confused by my purple oogas. And she keeps trying to pick the color off. I can’t walk around with bare oogas these days.