I got off work early yesterday.
I met mom and Tracey at the nail salon.
I got a pedicure while sitting in those neato massagey chairs.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, sweet bliss.
That’s all I have to say on pedicures (except that these are not my feet).
I wanted to get a Starbucks drink and take it with me to the pedicure.
I told myself a couple weeks ago, “No more Starbucks (without a gift card) until the house is paid off.”
I have no more Starbucks gift cards left (I should learn to stretch them farther).
I waffled. And I wiffled (because I’m sure wiffle goes with waffle.)
But my will held strong, and I passed up Starbucks.
And that’s all I have to say on saying no to Starbucks (except that I am now staring longingly at this picture).