Now if there's anyone who knows me they know that I absolutely hate feet. I'm not even too particuarly fond of my own feet. There's just something about the five- toed skiis or in some cases sausages, that digust me so much.
I went tonight though for a "Girl's Night Out "with my Mom and Aunt, to get our pedicure's and manicures. My Aunt asked me if I wanted to get a pedicure done. I was hesitant to answer because 1.) I didn't want to have to spend money (I'm a tight wad with my money, my family has nicknamed me "Scrooge") and 2.) I don't like people touching my feet. I finally agreed, after about a 3 minute pause, to get one done. But oh leme tell you, I forgot just how good those things feel. Between the massaging chairs and the jet spas I don't think there's anything else that feels so good.
But it does have it's disadvantages, maybe because I'm extra ticklish on my feet. My Dad always says "If I worked with the government it would be bad because all they would have to do would be to tickle me and I would give up all the country's secrets." I feel the same way about people messing with my feet. I was trying so hard not to jerk and burst out in laughter but I just couldn't hold it back when she started to scrub my feet. The lady who was doing my feet couldn't hold back her laughter either. I know she probably thought that I was having a seizure or something because I was jerking and moving so much.
At least my feet are nice and soft now! (Not that I'll ever let anyone touch them...)