So and Captain Jelly Belly left early this morning for their camping trip — they decided not to go last night as it was raining at the park, which was a good call because rain sucks, and also because now I only have one night to fret about them instead of two.

This morning I went to The Spa for a pedicure and manicure. I feel so pretty! I haven’t had a pedicure in ages and I adore them — so calming, so nice, and plus, it’s really hard with the 8-month belly to get down there for proper foot care. This was my first ever manicure, and all I can say about that is that I’m sorry I’ve been missing out for the past 32 years. Several years ago when my friend Sarah got married, all my friends went to a spa for a girlie day and I decided to bail because I didn’t know what the heck I’d do with a manicure, because I take terrible care of my nails — I keep them uber-short and I always have a million hangnails and chips and other embarrassing things wrong with my hands. But even so, the manicure was so worth it! Now my hands are all soft and clean. Plus I have lovely dark pinky-purple toenails and girlie lilac-coloured fingernails.

It makes me hope that George Foreman Jatania II is a girl so I can take her for pedicures with me when she turns 12 or so. Ah, the dreams of a mother :).

Now I’m off for a nap. I miss my guys but the napping, girl-based activities, and unlimited Olympics watching sure does have its benefits — oh, not to mention the ability to actually read the paper uninterupted. Whee!