This little piggy stayed home...

I'm about to share a deep, dark secret about myself. Are you ready?

I have an addiction to nail polish and pedicures.

I know, I know. I am ashamed and have looked into seeking treatment, but there don't seem to be any support groups out there for me.

I am in a slight state of tootsie depression at the moment because I cannot get a pedicure. As you know from my weekend post, I was on a recent business trip. And on that trip I probably walked about 50 miles! Seriously, my tootsies paid a steep price.

They are sore and the left one has a blister, but the right one...oh my goodness, the right one has a cut on it. And it's because of that darn cut that I can't get a pedicure. You see, if the nail polish remover in any way, shape or form drips into that cut, I will see stars. So I have to wait for it to heal before I engage in one of my most favorite past times.

Until then, I am debating on the new nail polish I will treat myself to for this much-anticipated bought of pampering. I am looking at OPI's France collection and am leaning toward "Louvre me, Louvre me not".