One day last week my daughter called. I had been joshing about getting a pedicure, and she told me she was making an appointment. did I want to go? "Sure", says I.
Ohmigod, guys. You gotta do this. My feet hadn't had any professional care since induction physical into the Army. This little lady washed trimmed, groomed, lotioned, and massaged my old broke-down feet. At one point, she even took out a dremel tool.
That was the best $28 I've spent in a long time. My boots even fit better.
I plan to put a pedicure on my regular grooming rotation. Next time I may even get my nails colored.