Oh, the things we do

I've been having a bad day.

When one of us is going through something rough, The Boy and I always give the offer of "What can I do?" followed by "No, seriously - be selfish for once" and then usually "Just let me do something, damnit!" We're getting better, though, at asking for things that we know the other person can easily and willingly give.

So I told him I wanted pictures.

Of his pedicure.

Because while I'm at work, he's getting his first pedicure. I'd be jealous if this wasn't how the texting went:

"It hurts!"

Me: "But think of how pretty you'll look!"

"Holy crap! it kills!"

Me: "Beauty is pain, dearling."

"Hahaha... i love you, but this sucks"


I haven't heard anything after that. I think he probably passed out.