Friday came not a moment too soon. It felt like it was Saturday; my week had definitely been long enough and, as far as I was concerned, it was over. All day long I thought it was Saturday.
I didn't wake too early, but when I did, I felt relaxed and I went about my morning very leisurely. I puttered. I went to the front yard and pulled weeds. As I was out there Laura came out the front door and said, "Look at my toes." They were a pedicurist's dream. All ready to be trimmed, scrubbed and lacquered up again. It was the perfect outing. I said, "I was thinking we should get pedicures today. Let's go!"
At the salon we sat back and fiddled with the settings on the big whirlpool spa chairs. We set them up for kneading up and down our backs, but Laura's chair had a funky remote control and you had to slap it against the armrest to get it to turn on. We declined repeated offers to have the 'deluxe pedicure' because I had had it last month and didn't think it was worth it to have them wrap my feet in plastic for five minutes. But when I was finished and the gal took me to the drying area, she put her hands on my shoulders and asked me if I wanted a massage. The pressure of her fingers told me she could do a bang-up job. I said yes and she did. It was gooooooddddd.
I wanted to do something for Kyle but pedicures didn't seem to be his thing. I suggested to Laura that we take him out to dinner as a 'thank you' for all he had done. She thought it was a great idea and knew of exactly the place to go. We went there and had a fabulous meal. It felt good to be with the two of them. I feel safe with them and they are protective of me.
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