of feet and legs

i had my toe nails painted today. la la ti dah dee! finally, i feel like a woman and i act like a woman. see, see? can't see? trust my words then. i've got beautiful pink glossy toe nails now.

sighhhhh! actually, it was nice and glossy. but because i was late for my date, i had to rush out even before i have given the nails a chance to dry, against the advice of the manicurist......now it's all crinkled and smudgy. *pouting* a little 'money down the drain', i think, which is precisely why i don't patronise the neighbourhood manicure and pedicure saloon often enough.

yesterday, knowing that i will be indulging in a heavy banana leaf rice dinner, i decided to do a little work-out before that. a little is exactly the word to describe it because i walked briskly on the threadmill for 17 minutes and i mean really brisky. it was just one step away from running. okay, small fries to most people, i know, but to ms inactive here, it's enough to keep my guilty conscience quiet. that 17 minutes left my legs a little shaky.

today, mph is having the first day of their sale. as a book lover, i am, of course, unable to pass up such a good offer. so, i spent another 1 hour, teethering on high heels, looking for books that will stimulate my mostly-dormant brain cells. my poor achy calves.

then, i come home, hoping to rest those already tired legs. mum, however, decided i needed more exercise.

ring, ring.

mum: are you back? come upstairs.

me: okayyyyyyyy.

sooo, up i go.

she was looking for a nice bag for me to house my laptop. she showed me a few which i proclaim is way too small. unconvinced, she asked me to bring my lappy-top for sizing. why didn't you tell me that when you called, that naughty devil in me thought.but ever the obedient one, i kept quiet and off i went, downstairs again to retrieve my faithful companion. and up i trekked to show her that it was bigger than she remembered. she managed to find another to replace the ones that she had chosen and filled with satisfaction, i skipped down the stairs again. no sooner had i sat down and opened the laptop when the phone rang again....

ring, ring.
mum: why you go down so fast? come up again.
me: ???? the devil in me wanted to say "you never say don't go down mah" but i clamped my mouth tightly and slowly made my way upstairs. again.

this time, she had some nice herbal concoction for me to drink. ahhhhhh! the love of a mother. i brought the cup down, but not before a 'and remember to give me back my cup ahhh', by which time, my aching legs were about to give way.

now, i am happily seated down in front of my computer, resting those pair of poor tortured souls. but i just remembered, i have to go for yoga classes today! arrrrrggggghhhhhhhh!

a massage for my tired legs, anyone?