As I was wrote this title, I remembered a friend of mine in college who couldn’t stand feet. She had the opportunity to usher (and attend for free) a Grateful Dead concert and almost turned it down because she had heard about “all those hippies that don’t wear shoes”. But she was determined to see what all the hype was about the Dead and got herself a postcard with a picture of a foot on it, placed it by her bed, and forced herself to look at it every day to get over her foot ‘issue’. Well, I hope it worked, cause Kathy, where ever you are, this post is for you!

My mom came down for a visit this past week and we all got our nails done!