I'm home! Whoop! As I write this I am snuggled up with my puppy and watching Hell's kitchen with mi papa, listening to Sam and his 'bros' doing whatever it is that teenage boys do (The only conclusion I've come to is girly giggling and video games). All is good. I officially register for classes tomorrow at 6:30 in the morning...yikes. So prayers that I get everything I need.
Memory #80
Yesterday I talked about getting mani and pedis with my mom, which is kind of broad I realize but I've come to the conclusion that sometimes memories do come in clusters. Especially when they tend to be similar. I mean how many different kind of stories can one person have involving getting your nails did? BUT FEAR NOT! I do have at least one vivid and unique memory and I think its kind of funny. So if you have ever had an interaction with me you will know (eventually) that I don't always think things through very much. Its tragic. This trait I possess became incredibly evident this one time my mom took me to get our nails done.
If I remember correctly I think she even allowed me to bring a friend which was a pretty big deal. I guess I must have gotten really excited about this particular mani and pedi date because I got ready super quick and was basically anxiously waiting in the car for my mom. I remember driving to our mall, which is where we got our nails done typically, and walking through the Mervyns (or at least that's what it was at the time of my memory) and towards to nail place, when my mom stopped us. My mom's face was pretty annoyed looking as she looked down at my feet. I was perplexed and glimpsed down at my feet and then it hit me. I was wearing SNEAKERS. Who, in their right mind, wears sneakers to get their toenails done? Answer: ME. ERIN LANGFORD DOES. My mom shook her head because hey, she knows how my thinking process goes. So instead of turning around and going back home to acquire a pair of flip flops, my mom just bought me a pair of flip flops and we went ahead to get our nails done. But you better believe I never lived that little goof down. Every time after that my mom always asked me if I was wearing the right foot gear. Every time.
Love Always,
Erin
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