Hello, everyone!

It has been long indeed since I have posted, but never fear I am back with a fervor to end all fervors. Yes.

I have been sick for the entirety of October, which was really lame because October is my birth month. Anyway, now that I am well again, I will return to blogging.

Some notable posts to look forward to:

Molly's Visit (including hanging panties)
Joey's Visit (including hanging gourds)
Young Women's Camp (including the stank; lucky for you I'm just kidding about the stank)

So check back regularly for these updates.

Poking and clipping

Not long ago, I had the "opportunity" to get my first pedicure. Well, Tiffany really wanted me to go, so I, being the nice husband that I am, decided to go along. Let's just say, I was a bit nervous about the whole thing.

We arrived at the salon, and I was somewhat heartened to see that there was another guy getting a pedicure (and a manicure, but I didn't go that far). Tiffany had said that lots of guys get pedicures, and she was right. I sat down in the comfortable chair which had a built-in foot bath, and braced myself for the experience.

I must admit, the foot bath felt pretty good. But then, the pedicure started. I am not accustomed to people poking and prodding my feet. In fact, I get pretty nervous even cutting my own nails. I was, needless to say, pretty tense.

There was a nice lady sitting next to me, who tried to help me feel better (Tiffany was waiting for her turn). She was nice, but I must admit I was a little bit distracted. My feet were being "exfoliated," my nails trimmed, and my cuticles... I don't know what they did to my cuticles but it felt a bit strange.

Somehow, I survived all the clippings, trimmings, and lotion slatherings. I don't know how soon I will return to the salon for another pedicure, but I did learn one important lesson: women go through a lot of trouble and discomfort to look good. And that's something I'm glad I learned :)