Vanity Insanity

Is it insane to trudge out in 432" of new snow in order to get a pedicure? Yes, probably, but with a little 4-wheel drive and the prospect of some good foot-rubbage, it's totally worth it.

See:

"...it's gonna be a bright, bright, sunshiny day..."

My lovely friend little miss Kate is 36 days away from giving birth - that is at least, unless her new wee lass decides she can't wait anymore and makes a grand entrance on Tuesday*. We decided that before all of the excitement, it was time for a little pampering - her because she can't readily reach her toes, and me because my little shriveled up post-surgery leg needed some serious attention**. No matter - we were going regardless of the danger - nevermind that the heavens opened up today and dumped apocalyptic amounts of snow on the valley. I mean, SERIOUSLY. Have you ever seen so much snow***?

Note the actual color of the day, as opposed to the color you think of when you have orange toenails.

So the $50,000 question is, does such a journey make us vain?

Whatever. At least our pigs look hot.





*Or - please bless - within the next 15 minutes, right? "Please bless" is Kate's new favorite phrase, and it cracks me up. Everyone cross your fingers. And your toes...hee!
** And yes, we both have the same color on our toes, because the purple that I chose just paled in comparison to the orange that she chose, so I copied. I'm an unoriginal copier. Whatever. Bite me.
***God is punishing me, I just know it! I can't ski in this loveliness, and furthermore, I am plagued with it's constant removal. I am in purgatory. It's like we are withnessing the modern Noah's ark of snow. *Sigh*