Happy Feet

Who knows if anyone reads this thing (besides Ma). I like to believe that you (Mom) are all hanging off the edge of your seats just waiting...waiting for the next post. Well (Mom) here is another post to wet your appetite. (And guess what Mom, this one has you in it!)
Recently my Mom and I went to get pedicures. Ma and Pa are going to be in the depths of Prague for the next year and a half, who knows what their feet will look like by then. We went to this place on state street and 5300 S. called Lovely Nails. It is run by a Vietnamese family. (Mr. Lovely Nails himself actually did my pedicure.) We found out about this place from my cousins. A lot of my aunts and cousins support and endorse the Nails that are so Lovely. I also endorse this place. It is fun to pamper yourself every now and then. But a disclaimer should be added underneath Lovely Nails*. An addendum, if you will. *Don't come here if you are looking to boost your foot-esteem. (which isn't very high for me anyways, I have stinkin fingers for toes!)
Every time its the same. It goes something like this. I take off my shoes and reveal the fingers. The lady(or Mr. Lovely Nails himself) looks at my feet in disgust, pointing to the side of my foot. As if I didn't know I had ugly calluses on my feet. They roll up their sleeves, take a deep breath...and begin the peeling process. (those of you who have had pedicures will know what I'm talking about) The whole time I am thinking, Oh man, I'm so sorry you have to deal with my gangly feet and fingers for toes. I just try not to look at them wincing as they proceed to cure my pedis.
Mom meanwhile is sitting right next to me, continuously refusing extras, trying to keep her self esteem up. The lady asks, "You want eye brow wax?" Mom looks at me, "Do I need an eye brow wax?" She should have replied with-You want new face? :)
This last story is borrowed from my Aunt Louisa. (she told it at our fabulous family reunion, for a review and pics of that event go here
Aunt Louisa sat down in the chair and put her feet in the warm water. The lady says, "You have a man?" Aunt Louisa replies, "No I don't have a man." She then removes Louisa's feet from the tub, takes one look and says, "Now I know why you don't have a man. You feet so ugly!"
Again, I say, do not go here if you are looking for a self esteem booster.
The first time my Mom and I got pedicures, the lady that did my Mom's feet kept saying "Don't worry...I give you happy feet." She would ask Ma if she wanted extras (like a flower or jewel). Mom would politely refuse, to which came the response, "Don't worry, I give you happy feet." And then the lady proceeded to do whatever she thought necessary to make Mom have said, "happy feet."
Thank you Lovely Nails for making my feet happy and my nails oh so lovely.