I had to go out into the world today to run an errand, and I took advantage of the fact that someone was at home with my children. I decided, instead of buying a Ped Egg, I’d just go get a damned pedicure!
I’ve never had the French manicure thing done on my feet before. My feet feel so pretty and soft and not at all like they’re going to snag the carpet if I walk around barefoot. Still, though, I refuse to take a close up picture of my feet. Even after a pedicure, feet are just gross!
As horrified as I am by the top image there of human skin shavings being dumped into the trash, I have to admit that I am absolutely dying to run out to Walgreens and buy one of these for my very own. I have some jacked up feet as of late – I’m blaming it on wearing Crocs all around Disneyland. Summertime is just hard on feet, y’know? All that walking, all that ridiculous footwear. I really want to check this out. I get so obsessed with things like this, though – I’ll probably overdo it and end up hobbling around the house with injured soles. You may be reading blog posts in the future about Ped Egg injuries! Hopefully not. I’ll let you know.
LaLaGirl is the mother of a teenager and two young sets of twins. She's happily married, loves living in Colorado, and writes almost daily about married life, raising multiples, and parenting a child with autism.
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