Saturdays are becoming the new “Sunday” for me. Which means that I do not go out at night and stay in and embrace the softness of a pillow and pajamas. I kept looking out waiting for rain to come down (cloudy skies) so I could enjoy some coffee while sitting near the window. I was going for a emo/goth theme here, but so far no rain. I went and had a manicure and a (gasp) pedicure! As those who know me well (and intimately)-I am really against anyone touching my feet.

So why was this day, August 22nd different?

Well I don’t know Chinese, which is basically why I ended up getting a manicure AND pedicure. During the manicure the lady was so nice, and trying to converse me about something that I could not decipher. I decided to just nod and say “yes” and smile with most of her expressions. Turns out that during the “conversation”, she asked if I wanted a pedicure.

I was a little taken back when she finished and led me by the hand to the opposite side of the salon, and onto a pedicure chair. That’s when it hit me and I thought “SHIT”.  It gets even worse for me, because during the pedicure, she asked if I wanted an extra 10 minute massage (on feet) and I smiled and said “yes” because I had no idea what she was asking. I guess I’m glad she didn’t ask if I wanted a Brazilian…