Choices

Yesterday, was errand day. I had allot on my "to do" list as I headed to town. The stops included a salon, where I would receive a much anticipated pedicure.

As I was working my way through the items on my checklist, a thought came to me, "Call your college boys, who are working in town, and treat them to lunch".

I mulled this over in my mind. If I met the boys for lunch, I would spend the money (on lunch), I had set aside for a pedicure. Boys can eat enormous amounts of food to keep them fueled.

Lunch.pedicure.lunch.pedicure......my mind volleyed back and forth, till I thought I was going to be dizzy, if I did not make a decision.

I called the boys, we met for lunch.

There, in the corner booth at Taco Bell, we enjoyed rich conversation and sharing. They were in the "mood" to talk. And it was priceless.

So, today, I am going to attempt to paint my own toenails. A procedure that I have been sadly, less than successful at, in the past. They just look "home-done" when I apply the polish.

I will smile, every time I look down, over the next few weeks, and see my toes.

Lunch with my sons was the right choice:)