Electric Purple

Yesterday I got my first ever pedicure.

A treat from my good friend (and past employer) Em. Em was in town for business and we had tentatively planned to meet before she flew back home.

So when I received a text from her saying when and where and I didn't recognize the place I thought we were going to meet at some new hip little cafe. It had one of those kinds of names.

But then I got a second text: bring flip-flops. We're getting pedicures.

So I did what any normal girl would do before I quickly left to meet her in time.

I gleefully squealed and ran to the bathroom to shave my legs.

The pedicure was pure luxury. I loved it. I felt like one of those girls on a beautifully ridiculous chick flick gabbing away with her friend while sitting in a fancy massage chair receiving fancy spa services.

That is not how I typically gab with friends. More like in my pajamas while lounging on the couch- or more likely- gabbing while cleaning my house. In my pajamas.

But let me just say, that this special treat was a magnificent way to catch up with a friend.

Em has become one of my best friends. A kindred spirit in my life's cast of characters. She is fabulous. So fun, sharp, loving and genuine. And, I mean, her daughter is practically mine. Ok, not quite but ya know.

When we were done I had pretty, dark pink toenails. Em's were electric purple- a touch of flair to her business attire.

It was so exciting I think I might paint my fingernails today.

And them I'm going to go watch a chick flick. Or Oprah.

And then I'm going to clean my house,

In that order.