So Stacey thought today it would be nice for me to get a pedicure while she got one. Sweet mother of Corona Del Mar! If that was wrong, I dont want to be right! They trimmed my nails. I think Hoover was president the last time someone trimmed my nails. Or Harding. I play with the back massage in the lounge chair for the first half hour with great delight...Until they start working on my neuropathic feet. Then I turn off the massage feature and close my eyes. I am transported to a land where tiny elfin folk make furniture out of dry cheese and vineger chips. The evening is over when that days furniture is eaten. As dusk surrounds the village, they light lanterns, and gather their children around to let me tell stories of my homeland. Fireflies fill the night sky. I am just being crowned honorary mayor when I am am suddenly awakened to the reality of my feet being toweled off....20 bucks and gratuity for that. ...I will be back.
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 00:09:25 +0000
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