FOOT FUN

I have had a crazy week at work. I was just about ready to collapse with the sheer strain of it all when I was brain-washed about foot massages and how relaxing they were. I, being in one of my adventurous moods, decided to give it a try. Last minute, I chickened out and decided on a pedicure instead.

After depositing junior with mom and hubby dear, off I went, to the nearby friendly beauty parlor. I mumbled a very hesitant “pedicure” at the lady in charge. This was a catalyst. At her bellow of “pedicure” two of her underlings came scurrying with all the necessary paraphernalia. Two maroon pieces of cloth, on which were laid out some lethal-looking instruments. At first look, they seemed right out of a medieval torture chamber.

Gritting my teeth, I endured having my poor feet dipped in scalding hot water, scrubbed, pummeled and massaged to within an inch of its life. Nary a whimper escaped my lips, I am proud to state.

Finally it was all over, and I heaved a sigh of relief at my incipient escape. I still do not understand how anyone can call this relaxing. But then, small reward, my feet look real pretty in my strappy sandals!!!