This little piggy went to the market...

On Wednesday, as Butch and I were walking to our car at the University of Virginia Hospital to come home, I felt feisty! I looked down at my unpolished toe nails and up at my fingers with way too many cuticles, and said "AND GUESS WHAT? I AM GOING TO GO FOR A MANICURE AND PEDICURE! TAKE THAT CANCER." Butch has never said "no" to me our entire life together. He would do and does everything in the world to make me happy. So numerous times on the way home he asked if I wanted to go that day. I didn't. I wanted to just go HOME. On Thursday, our dear friend Debbie called and said, "Sharon, I don't know how to ask you this so I'm just going to say it. Would you like to go with me for a pedicure?" Knowing that I just got home from the hospital, she felt that maybe this wasn't the time to ask me this. Well, am I not the LUCKIEST person in the world to have a friend to know that something like this is just what I needed? Didn't I just tell Butch that I was going to splurge on myself and I didn't care about spending the money because I deserved it? Yes I did! So within the hour, Debbie came and whisked me off to "the other side" of Woodstock. We sat side by side as the gentlemen tickled the bottom of our feet, making us giggle out loud. Debbie's currently colored toes nail color inspired me to be daring. I went for pink "Glitter" on my toes and a pretty light reddish color for my finger nails.

This little piggy went to the salon,
and this little piggy giggled as she was tickled,
this little piggy spent time with a dear friend,
and this little piggy got glittered pink
but this little piggy, she ran all the way, all the way home!