My mom and I just can't behave. We try, but something always goes awry. So even though our fellow patrons from this afternoon will likely never read this, we apologize for interrupting your relaxing nail treatments.
Mitz very kindly lent me her toenail polish, as I was tired of mine. Her generosity didn't come without strings though. She decided to write on both of my feet with hot pink polish. Phrases that should not be repeated in polite company, big letters. We took pictures with my phone, but I'm not sure I'm going to share them. Suffice to say, she had me laughing so hard, I was crying and almost wet my pants. Of course she blames it on me daring her to do it (I really didn't think she would). I pointed out that she doesn't have to do everything I tell her (sound familiar, moms?), but if that were the case, I'm telling her to vote for Obama. That got a big, fat no. I'll keep working on her. *evil grin*
I got home and told Jon, and he started laughing, shook his head, and told me that we are both a-holes. :-) Nothing fazes him anymore.
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