Pedicure Day(:

Hey Everyone!
Or the few of you that actually read this blog...


Today, I got a pedicure.
I know people are supposed to relax in their little massage chairs and enjoy getting their feet massaged, and toes painted pretty colors, but with me that's just not the case.
I know that's sounds crazy, but I have Tourettes.
Oh, the excuse I have used SO many times. Pshhh, TS deserves it. Especially since it's always true, and the excuse fits to the topic.
Today I got a great pedicure, though. Probably the best. I will explain why later.
See how I'm drawing you in? Making you want to read more?
No? Oh, okay. Darn Middle School education.
Anyways, whenever I go to a nail salon, my mom and I try to explain what Tourettes is to them, and that I may have to move my legs and feet a bit.
I try really hard not to tic, but that never ends up well... Tourettes wins.
The nail people will give me weird looks, tell me to stop moving, and talk to their friends in a different language.
I mean, come on, who understands what they're saying during that time? I always get this paranoid feeling that they're talking about me behind my- oh I'm sorry, I mean in front of my back.
I always get really apprehensive when the people tell me to stop moving my legs and feet, since I had already tried to explain it before, and half the time I don't know if they really understand all of my English... If I just tell them the same thing they've already heard over and over again, it's very unlikely that they would stop telling me to quit moving.
I don't tic so much that if they tried to paint a nail, I'd kick the nail polish everytime and it would go flying everywhere. I try extremely hard to not tic, and I distract myself with my phone, since normally they're too bitter with me to want to talk to me... or again, don't know that much English.
But, today was different. I went to a nail salon I'd never been to with my mom, my mom's friend, and my mom's other friend's daughter.
My mom's friend knows about my blog, and told me she would like to be called *Aunt Veronica.
She would also like to be known as the badass aunt married to a mob king.
She isn't really even my aunt, but I wish she was.
I had a great guy doing my nails though, and he gave me a wonderful pedicure. He was so understanding and talked to me during the normally agonizing process.
Hey, my mom always says "Beauty hurts!"
Even though my normal pedicures don't actually physically hurt me, my TS kind of ruins the experience, which in turn isn't such a great thing, so... well... you get the joke.(;
Anyways, I'd like to thank the guy who gave me my pedicure, and I'm not naming him, since I don't have permission.
I'm really tired, since I babysat a three year old and an eight year old after the pedicure today.
Alright, thanks for reading.

"Live your life, you only get one." -Me

Emma<3