Interpeeps, the world has just turned upside down.
I now have FLOWERS on my TOES.
Sis and I have a little mad money set aside from Mom's estate in an account which has been designated for several purposes. Along with decorating Mom's grave, we decided she would like it if we used it to do things together. Coffee every other Saturday is one of those things. But after so many cups of coffee, The Girls (as everyone referred to us during our formative years) decided to branch out.
We took a short trip down to visit Mom's grave. It was the first time Sis had seen the headstone. It was time. And we're doing some other things as well.
One of them was to get a manicure and pedicure together. Sis had never done anything like that before, so we decided today was the day.
The place we went to is the one I tend to frequent when I can, so they know me. It's run by a young Vietnamese man named Michael and his wife, Seoul. Unfortunately, Sis had a hard time understanding them when they spoke. Fortunately, she brought along her own translator - me.
Since this was an adventure, Sis did something that surprised me. She chose a bright blue color for her nails...something totally out of character. So I chose a hot orange color. Then we both decided to go all out, no holds barred.
Yes, our toenails are now in flower.
We are nothing if not brave, daring women, stepping boldly into the unknown!
Either that, or we've both gone senile in our old age and are now frantically trying to recapture the verve and vigor of our younger days by dipping our toes into the virtual Fountain of Youth provided by the nail tech's skill and artistry.
Or, you know, we could just be coming into our trailer trash stage.
Whatever it is, our feet are happy.