My girls and I sat in a row and let people massage our legs and feet and cut our toenails and scrub at our calluses and I paid for the hot stone massage and it was as good as a hit of Ecstasy.
Well, almost. Plus, legal.
We set our chair massager functions on auto and let those chairs have their way with us. We chatted, we giggled, we moaned, we bitched, we laughed gut laughs.
I love my girls so much.
I just went to take a picture of my feet but they're already dirty again and the color I chose is so pale you can't even tell it's there. Jessie and May chose the same color and Lily got a color not unlike that little rose I posted a picture of last night. Ironically, I wanted pink because she'd painted her own nails pink before we went to the beach and I thought they were so pretty that I wanted the same. Anyway, it was lovely. Just lovely.
"Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you," I told the lady who did my pedicure. And I tipped her good.
Then we went shopping in the darling shop next door which has all sorts of fun stuff for home and body and clothing too. There'd been a dress hanging outside that we all loved and May and Jessie made me try it on (they did! I swear!) and it felt so summery and there was a customer in there who told me it looked great on me and so I bought it.
Here it is.
Little ol' hippie dress. My summer wardrobe is now completely complete. I may have to make Mr. Moon take me out to supper soon.
It even has pockets!
I won't be putting eggs in those pockets though. Perhaps a hankie. And by the way, Gibson calls Hank "Hankie" these days. Which cracks me up. "Hankie?" he says. "What?" says his uncle. Or maybe it's "Hanky." Yeah. Probably. Which also reminds me of the first time Lis went with me to The Fresh Market. We walked in, the lighting on the beautifully arranged foods made the place look like an art gallery and classical music was playing.
"I think I need a hankie," said Lis.
She cracks me up too.
Owen lost another tooth. And when I say "lost," I mean lost. His daddy pulled it with a string and when it came out, it flew somewhere across the room and disappeared. He is going to leave the tooth fairy a note explaining the situation. Here's what he looks like. Sorry for the corn chip crumbs.
Anyway, it was all just a beautiful afternoon. Mr. Moon has dug some potatoes from the garden and we are going to eat those tonight along with some of the chicken he grilled on Friday and some broccoli and maybe some snow peas. Something. I don't know. Whatever, it will be good.
And I feel really good about something I did on my walk today. After months of walking over the remains of Mickey and Minnie Mouse, watching their bodies crumble further and further into shiny specks of ceramic color on the road, I finally reached down and picked up the poor little heads and brought them home.
I have no idea what I am going to do with them. Glue them onto something, I suppose. It just seemed wrong to leave them there, earless and suffering in the elements. They seem pretty happy to be here, don't they?
I've been feeling so good lately and I'm not sure why. I've started taking my anti-depressant far later in the day and maybe that has something to do with it. I have no idea but I am so vastly grateful. Perhaps I'm just on a manic roll- I did buy that dress. AND a slip to go under it but damn, the slip is cute. Whatever. I'm just happy to be content, to be able to not only see my blessings and the beauty around me, the love I receive on every side, but to feel it all too.
Ain't gonna look this gift horse in the mouth. Just going to be glad of it and ride it as long as it will carry me.
Here I go to pick peas.
P.S. I almost forgot! They couldn't see anything in Gibson's nose at all except the things that are supposed to be there. They told Lily to keep an eye on how it smells. That if it's still there and starts to get infected, she'll be able to smell it. I told her the same thing yesterday. But as she said this morning, the one time you DON'T take your kid to the doctor, that'll be the time something horrible happens. And as I told her, "And then it will ALL BE YOUR FAULT!"
Which is how it goes, isn't it?