Yesterday I sat in a chair at a neighborhood nail place and pampered myself. Before marriage and baby, I did this a lot. Since marriage and baby, I do this sparingly - think maybe twice in five years
Yesterday afternoon, Mikey went down for a nap. I cleaned the living room, did laundry, unloaded the dish washer, read a contest entry, and then... most amazing... Mikey still slept. So, Cheshire smile on face, I slink toward 'da' husband and say, "You know, I've been wanting a pedicure. Mikey's still asleep. I'm going to go get one." He's also in bed taking a nap. I'm sure that's why he didn't tabulate how long Mikey'd been asleep, and off I went.
Being it was Sunday, the first place I tried
She finishes my feet and then because my cellphone hasn't sounded (I'd forgotten that I turned it off before church and hadn't turned it on after church) I go ahead and get the fingernails done. This includes a hand massage that I don't want (I am probably one of the few humans who truly hate massages). When she finishes, I'm wildly happy. My feet are soft and feminine looking. My nails are even, painted, and two of them have little jeweled flowers painted on. I pay a ridiculous price and scoot out the door to drive home wearing those flimsy little slippers they provide.
At home, Mikey is still asleep (well, he didn't take a nap at all yesterday!) and I show hubby hands and feet. He grunts. LOL
Recipe - Barbecue Loaf
Buy pizza crust (the one in the Pillsbury Dough Boy like can)
Buy a tub of barbecue beef (or pork or whatever)
Roll out pizza crust into a rectangle.
Poor barbecue down the middle.
Fold pizza crust until barbecue is covered over. It should look like a loaf.
Cook on 425 for 35 minutes.