on the down low
Carsten is starting to drop, so things are low, and ummm, painful. There's pressure in places I don't want to talk about and you don't want to hear about.
There's a solution.
Well, it won't solve any of the above problems, but it will distract me from the discomfort and pain, I hope.
I'm getting a pedicure today while Taylor is at preschool. This isn't breaking news or anything, but I'm pretty excited about it. (I've had only two in the past year!). I can't even imagine trying to reach my feet long enough to paint my toes, so I won't. Instead, I'll pay someone else to touch my feet. I hope they don't gag. Or at least I hope they save their gagging for after I leave. It's the polite thing to do.
I may take a picture of my toes when they are all done and post them up here, just to upset Winn. She hates feet. Or maybe it's just my feet. Either way, I like to tease her. That's how I show people I like them. I guess I'm kinda like a third grade boy.
Also, please send happy parking lot wishes my way. After preschool Taylor is going to Nike to go do more shoe fit testing and I hope I get a parking spot somewhere close... I can only waddle so far and for so long. Wish I had a cast on my leg so I could tell people I had a real athletic injury and my waddle isn't from a baby dropping into birthing position. It just sounds better. But my real situation is far more hard core. Right?!
Above picture from here.