I think I’ve been painting my nails since I was 3. Don’t go anywhere without some shade of red on my toes.
There’s a place in our mall that has the best massage chair that you sit in while you get a pedicure. Cost is only $25. A small price to pay for stress-relief. I’m like a noodle when I leave there (the first time, I actually went to a store right after and was so relaxed, I couldn’t count my change and had the girl at the register count it for me.)
I miss having a roommate that mushes my back and my feet whenever I want and am willing to pay for it until someone else comes along.
