Pink toes.

Since I can't reach my feet right now, I thought a pedicure was in order for today.  And having worked the last three days I figured I deserved a warm oil leg and foot massage, too.  It was heavenly.  Like the klutz that I am, after she finished painting my toes, I waddled over to the foot dryer and immediately whacked three of my toes on the chair, ruining the still-wet paint.  Whooops.  Luckily she pitied me in my large state and redid those three toes right there on the spot.  So nice.

And here is a tidbit of reassuring advice I picked up from People magazine.  Who says those trashy mags aren't educational?

"Let me stand in solidarity with all the women who are not a size 2 six weeks after leaving the hospital." on actresses claiming they lost their baby weight by only breast-feeding.

Thanks for keeping it real, Jenna Fischer.  Thank you so much. 

And the aftermath of that fire....