Yesterday J went for a pedicure.
I declined to get my feet done though because the pedicurists were ugly.
And they sucked.
And here's a photo to prove it:
Yup, they're fish. Garra Rufa fish to be exact. A place opened up in the mall right before Christmas where you can get pedicures by little fish. J asked me twice if I had gone to look at them, and I interpreted that to mean she wanted a gift certificate to it for Christmas. Turned out I was wrong about that, but after the initial shock of oh-my-god-I-have-to-get-my-feet-nibbled-on-by-fish it didn't actually take very long for me to convince her she should redeem it so I can take a pic for the blog...
I like the idea of it. Symbiosis, that is. And if it's good enough for hippopotamuses I suppose it should be good enough for me. Except it is kind of ... creepy.
J said it didn't hurt, and that it felt like she had her feet in a pool of soda. Not sure that description really won me over. I don't really like soda... I think I'll stay on the other side of the water for now...