Yesterday, in honor of the most wonderful game of the year, I treated myself to a pedicure.
Or at least that was the plan....
Note to self: never invite your extremely generous to the point of a fault friends to get a mani/pedi with you unless you really don't wanna pay for your pedi.
Either way, at the end of the day, I left with a remarkable set of toesies on my hands...
Or feet....
Or whatever.
With Cheeta Spots!
Yeah. I'm sexy and I know it...
Speaking of which....
Tell me you caught this moment during the big game last night:
Poor Madonna...
Trying so hard to be Lady Gaga...
All the while coming off more like Al Gore doing the Macarena.
Just scary.
And stiff.
And so, "please just stop"-ish.
But the commercials were good, right?
This was my favorite:
Closely followed by this:
Oh and did I mention the Giants won?
Not that I care about football that much...except for an extreme dislike for the New England Patriots.
At the end of day, what more could a girl ask for?
Pretty toes, a couple laughs, and a solid defeat of her least favorite team.
I'm a happy camper!
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