Burning The Candle At Both Ends

Last night my kid fell asleep fell asleep at 7 PM. No nap that day. I'd left him on the couch watching "George" (imagine your best brooklyn accent from a toddler), eating some cookies. When I walked over to him five minutes later, he had already passed out. With his hand actually in the cookie bucket.

Awww...pookie.

In other news, I went and had a pedi yesterday, as wedding prep. I've only had them a couple times and forgot how much it tickles to have someone else touch my feet. But the naiilpolish always last longer than if I did it myself. I also had to take a picture of my feet in those little flip-flops they give you when you don't bring your own. I had wanted to buy a new pair of flip-flop last month, but when I tried them on at the store Rick told me that my feet looked "manish" in them.
So I made a point to let him see me in these ridiculous Big Bird flip-flops in front of him and ask him if they made my feet look manish. He immediately denied ever saying that and chuckled. Screw you Rick! I don't think this angle does my feet justice, and I wear a size 9, but I really don't think I've got manly feet. So look, pretty red toes!