I believe in feet-angels
Nothing exciting happened today. For once. I could complain about somethings though. But I'm trying to stop. Lately I've been voicing my complaints a little more than I've ever practiced before. And as outspoken as I am, that was always a big no no in my book. People that complain are sooo annoying. They make me want to vomit. I've always been concientious of that. Complaining I mean. But now, I've been careless and have let my mouth run a little more than it should becoming the very thing I hate. I should stop. Like five minutes ago.Oh I remember! This is actually really funny. Have you ever found a bruise or scratch on your body somewhere that you don't remember getting? You just happen to look in the mirror and suddenly discover a mark that you don't remember taking part in? Well, something not quite like that happened to me the other day. So let me explain:
So I went to a fall retreat over the weekend and one night while lying on my bed I caught a glimpse of my feet and almost barfed (because they were in dire need of a pedicure). My nails were long and jagged and crooked and ridgety. My soles were hard and crusty and needed some major lotioning. I just couldn't believe that I let myself go out on this trip before running some nail clippers through my toes! How EMBARRASSING. (It's just that I haven't had any time with school and stuff to be worrying what my feet look like, you know?) Anyways, I wake up this morning and my feet have never been sooo beautiful in my whole entire life. And I don't remember giving myself a pedicure! I woke up thinking I would wear sandals that day, and then quickly rescinded that thought because I remember the hideousness of my feet at the retreat, when....low and behold! My feet were beautiful!! But who dunnit? I didn't. An angel of mercy, perhaps? haha. Funny, huh?
posted by Becca @ 1:32 AM
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