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It was Maria's first time up from hibernation in the mud at the bottom of the pond since last fall, and she was ready for that first mani-pedi of the year. She liked to think of it as one of the rites of spring . . .
Head-icure
When asked “Manicure or pedicure?” Lindsay said she thought a head-icure would be more fitting; no distracting gold or silver sparkly things, thank you . . .”
A Good Mani-Pedi
Dolores had had a terrible week: her boyfriend threatened to leave, she lost her job, and she was informed by her car insurance agent that the company was not going to cover her recent accident. She felt somewhat guilty using the last bit of room on her Visa card, but remembered her mom’s words, “There isn’t much a good mani-pedi can’t fix.”
No Takers
In an attempt to be friendly to the visitors to the “Gators, Gators, Gators–Fun With Gators” roadside park, Allen had extended his hand trying trying to be welcoming and friendly, but he got no takers. He wondered if it was his having only three fingers and a thumb, his rough outdoorsy skin, or the need of a good mani-pedi . . .
I Feel Pretty
When Elise’s boyfriend dumped her, she was left feeling ugly and unloved. To help her, her friends paid for a trip to the day spa for her. She couldn’t believe how the pampering, the mud packs and mani-pedi recharged her self esteem. As she walked to her car, she couldn’t help but burst out in song–“I feel pretty, oh so pretty. . .”