How to Have A Peaceful Pedicure

Go to the salon.  That is the only way.

I checked out my feet on Friday night and decided they were in no way ready for sandals on Saturday night.  After Adam went to bed, I gathered my supplies and dumped them on our bed.  The idea being I would spend some time luxuriously soaking my feet as I watched some drivel on the bedroom dvr.

I have a footbath that a friend gave me years ago.  I rarely use it, but it’s nice when I do.  As I walked through the hall to the tub to fill it, Adam roused from his sleep and saw me in the hallway.

Fail #1.

We have a new friend in our house, named separation anxiety, so even though he HAD been sleeping peacefully, the second he saw me, he had to have me.  As I plugged the footbath in behind the bedroom tv cabinet, I listened to Adam’s pitiful wails. 

And I knocked my delicious can of Coke Zero over.  A few drops made it off the tv cabinet and dripped into the ATT UVerse modem that runs our television and our Internet.  It even sizzled.

Fail #2.

So there I sat, my feet in the warm water, listening to Adam moan and cry, and holding my breath in suspended horror to see if the modem that was busily rebooting itself due to the carbonated intrusion was going to work and wondering how this potentional customer service call might go on a Friday night, I thought, “hell.”  

A very simple thought for a complicated situation.

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