Pampered

I thought I would treat myself a little bit today with a mani/pedi. I've honestly never had a pedicure before. It might be addicting. Now I have pretty fingers and pretty toes. I'm pampering myself again on Saturday and having my makeup done because I'm supposed to be going to a wedding on Saturday? My "I can do this" attitude has slowly transformed into a combination of increased heart rate and hyperventilation. I don't know.

Anyway, my story never surfaced during my salon experience today. Close. I was actually wondering if she would make a comment on my rings. I noticed she was married, too. The first time I thought I might spill was when she asked me if I was from around here. I said Grand Rapids originally... but I moved here from North Carolina in September. She said I had an accent! That is so amusing to me. She didn't ask me why I moved here. Narrow escape #1.

During my manicure, she asked if I had kids. I said yup, two. Instead of my rings sparking a husband inquiry, it sparked an offspring inquiry. Little did she know my husband's ring was two fingers down. Narrow escape #2.

Lastly, she asked how old our kids were and I said two and seven months. Ha, she said I did not look like I had a baby seven months ago. I said, "Well..." and just kind of laughed. I almost mentioned how losing weight due to being under a tremendous amount of stress isn't ideal but... I decided not to. I almost turned it into a tidbit on how breastfeeding actually helps you lose weight but I feel sure that's not the only reason why I don't look like I just had a baby seven months ago. I just let that one go. Narrow escape #3.

It's not like I mind telling my story if the conversation leads in that direction... not at all. But if I can get away with pretending like I'm still married and everything is great and perfect, I will. ;)