Frosty the Snowman

When in Rome do as the Romans do. The best $10 spent today was on a pedicure at the grand opening of a local chain of spas, "Lifestyle Spa." A third of the normal cost! You can't beat it. At least with a stick. I dropped K off while I picked up a flick at Pocket-buster. When I linked up with her at the spa she was kicked back in a heated massage chair having some young oriental girl working her feet over. If I only had her skill set. It didn't take much proding to get me into the chair. Did I mention it was only $10. Frugality over masculinity. Aaaaahhhhhhhhh..........though the idea of scrapping back my cuticles seemed a little disturbing so I turned away and concentrated on the pulsating chair. Did I mention it was heated. There were polished stones in the whirlpool foot tub. Something for your toes to play with while your pedicurist (is that an actual title?) works on the other foot. The whole jealousy thing.
Phase II of Operation Playing Footsie: Toenail Painting. One of Da Vinci's seven virtues relates to being in touch with one's femine side. But greater than Da Vinci or his code was just the impetous for doing something aberant. My original selection was green. (for the holiday. Besides green accentuates my blue eyes.) No green in stock. A reprieve from my apparent act of insanity.....Hell no. A mere inventory problem was going to stop the voices in my head screaming, "Jump! Jump! Jump!" Bring on the snowman. Actually the gentlemen responsible for cleaning the soaking tubs (the tub scrubber??? is that an actual title???) had recommended it in passing while moving between tubs. I was high on caffeine, so let's rock. In a nano-second I became the nexus of fashion and curiosity. Customers and employees alike came to see the new born snowmen on my big toes. Let it snow, let it snow.