After my last post Max and I laid down and napped for four hours. Then, when we got up it was time to get ready to go over to my MIL’s house. So, yes, my day got better.
My MIL gave me a pedicure and waxed my legs, tonight (she is an esthetician and owns her own little shop). I’m hoping that all that foot and lower leg rubbing stimulates labor – but I’m not holding my breath. As she was ripping what felt like chunks of skin off my lower leg she confessed that she should have trimmed the hair down to a quarter inch – you know, because it hurts less. She put it to me like this, “I thought I’d get away without the trimming but your screaming is telling me otherwise.” Did she stop to pull out the clippers? Nope, she just kept ripping away. That shit hurt worst then getting a tattoo. We were actually laughing the whole time – especially when I pointed out how much she seemed to be enjoying my pain! She was like, “Mwooohahhaa! I’ll get the last laugh my dear! Mwooohahahhah!”
Sicko.
I got Bella’s clothes washed today. They are all just so tiny and cute.
I love this picture. It’s so old fashioned, but punk.
LOL! That is so funny! I didn’t even think about it like that but you are right. It’s that tat that does it.