One of my favorite things about going home for Christmas is knowing my nasty winter feet are going to get some attention when my mother-in-law, sisters-in-law, and I leave our ever-growing pile of kids with the menfolk for a few hours and sneak away for pedicures. I know people get manicures and pedicures all the time, but it always feels kind of fancy to me. Time with the girls, time away from the kids, and a session in one of those back massage chairs? Yes, please.
This week’s Christmas pedicure didn’t start out great. I couldn’t find the polish color I wanted, but I felt the ticking of the clock and the eyes of the nail technician urging me decide already, so I just grabbed a red. Red’s Christmasy and stuff. I knew it wasn’t a big deal, but since my feet are loved so infrequently, I need a color I really like.
I headed to my assigned chair, imperfect polish in hand, and parked my rear. I fired up the massage chair, and while the chair started pounding back, the seat started pounding my crack.
What was this? A seat massager? A seat massager with boundary issues I guess, because I need a little warning before any below the belt activity. I mean, I’m not saying I hated it. I’m in no position to turn down a massage, even when it feels like a fist pounding my tailpipe.
What could be better than getting butt-fisted while a stranger scrapes dead skin off of my feet? All of that happening while watching Toddlers and Tiaras on the nail salon television, and sitting next to my mother-in-law while we laugh about our butt play, that’s what.
That pedicure was awesome. My feet looked and felt amazing, the massage chair had an option to turn off the violating seat massage, and my polish looked great. And thanks to the crazy moms on Toddlers and Tiaras, I felt like an outstanding parent the entire time.
I can’t wait for next year!
Good for you for getting pampered! I've never had a pedicure before. I also can't stand anyone touching my feet, including me-that probably explains a lot right there. 🙂
One of my feet is ticklish, so I always giggle when that one is getting worked on, otherwise I have no problems with people touching my feet. You, my friend, should probably avoid pedicures if you can't stand anyone touching your feet. 🙂
I'm glad it all turned out. But, how is your crack?
Not too violated! 🙂
I've never had a pedicure, but whenever I decide to really splurge and drop 10 bucks for a massage (one perk of living in Thailand) I wonder why I don't do it more often.And I've seen toddlers and tiaras just once (well, one marathon) and I'm strangely attracted/repulsed by it.
I've never had a pedicure but working 70hr weeks on my feet has me thinking I will need one before I can wear sandals next summer.
70 hour weeks?! Your feet definitely deserve a pedicure!
You've never had a pedicure, and I've only had one massage (from a friend who is a massage therapist.) I only get them when I'm with my mother or mother-in-law because I'm broke and one pedi costs three times as much as your massage. 🙂
Sounds like a win-win-win (I threw your butt crack in as a winner, too). 😉
My crack was NOT a loser, that's for sure.
All you were missing was the complimentary boob grab with an over priced latte and your day would have been complete! 🙂
It was rude that my girls didn't see some action, too! I really do love an over-priced latte to make me feel extra fancy.
I'm totally sold on the pedicure experience. Not sure if I'll ever share it on my Ed. blog though…
A Christmas pedicure sounds like an excellent holiday tradition, I may need to steal this one!
It’s my favorite! Steal away!