But don't be too jealous. My feet were disgusting.
After having Leo I (A) developed even drier skin than ever (no small feat - I had extremely dry skin to begin with) and (B) got too lazy to put lotion on my feet, so they got super dried out. They looked like little hooves. My toenails were all long and nasty, the last coat of polish long gone. The heels were cracking. If doctors could prescribe pedicures for nasty feet, mine would have certainly qualified.
The poor pedicurist sanded and sanded my heels down to real skin. Hooray! She almost broke a sweat. I tipped her well.
When I got home, Matt asked, "Were they able to fix your feet?"
They were, my dear. They were.
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