I'm longing to have my feet rubbed by a Vietanamese man

Today is the day that I will admit one of my addictions.

I'm addicted to pedicures.  There I said it.  And I hear that the first way of dealing with your problem is admitting that you actually have one. 

I find that it's a source of comfort to have my feet scraped, scrubbed, exfoliated, rubbed and moisturized while sitting in a chair that rubs my back electronically.

In fact, this was something that I was doing frequently.   What's frequently you ask?

Well, it all started out as a special occasion thing.  Lawnmower Man purchased me a gift certificate for a birthday or mother's day.  Just like any addiction, it's hard to remember exactly when it all started.

Then it turned out to be a special thing when I was going to wear really cute sandals.  Like Easter or to ring in the spring season.

And then it was a summer tri-seasonal thing.  If you're going to wear flip-flops from June, May, April,  March- August, September, October  November...your feet need to look good. 

And then it was a once a month thing.  A special treat because I deserved it.  I have a job, I'm a hard worker, etc.  Why not? 

And then, like all addictions, I needed more.  I started stopping by the Luxi Nails on an every other week basis to get my fix because when you wear $1 Old Navy flip-flops, your feet don't hold up very well.  I kept justifying my addiction because the price kept getting better and better. 

Then I took it to a new level.  $19.99 if you bring a friend.  So, I drug my friends into my world of temporary pleasure and comfort.  That made it even better.  And then, just like good ol' Brittney, I involved my kids.  Oh, you say you'll never take it that far.  That you won't ever let that happen and then one day you're sloshing your feet in a basin of sudsy water while your children are getting bling designs painted on their big toes right across from you.   Exhibit A...

But that was all before Africa.  Before I knew that I was going to the land of starving children and that I would need to save money to get there.  So, I've quit.  Cold turkey.  I haven't had a pedicure since August 6.  Exhibit B...

I'm taking it one day at a time.

P.S.  And please don't leave me a comment saying to let Lawnmower Man or the Lil'Nanny paint my toes.  I've been there/done that and my feet looked like a prop from the movie Texas Chainsaw Massacre.