Friday, March 20, 2009


I didn't realize it was OSU orange until it was too late. Needless to say, my husband wants a polish change!

Katie invited me to go with her to get a pedicure yesterday and it was absolutely WONDERFUL! It was at this little salon on Main street in Broken Arrow called Anna Christy's. Well, they take us back to this quaint, little room that was away from anyone passing by and staring (I'm not used to that, I go to the massive 10 chair row salons!) She offered us a Chi tea and it was so delicious... I'm going to have to buy some because I think I need to drink it every day.

We sat and chatted and sipped our Chi tea while this wonderful lady worked magic on our feet. Katie and I were in the middle of talking about Fireproof and other Christian movies when all of a sudden Katie let out this little scream. First I thought she was crazy and just needed to let out a little holler then I realized... no, that wouldn't be right. I didn't realize what was going on until the nice lady asked if I was okay. Why wouldn't I be okay? It felt lovely soaking and having my feet made pretty. Soon to find out.... I had been on fire!!! Just a little and it didn't hurt.
Katie told us what had happened because she was the only one to see the whole thing. She said that when the pad was dipped into the nail polish remover, the flame (from the candle sitting dangerously close to the flammable remover) jumped up and caught the pad and the rest of the remover in the top of the bottle on fire. Then she came at my toe with the ablaze pad (I think then my toe was either on fire or looked as though it was on fire because the pad was so close to it, I don't know though, you would have to ask Katie!)! When Katie screamed the frightened lady realized what was going on and threw the wicked cotton into my relaxing foot soak. I probably would have continued to be on fire if it wasn't for Katie's life saving scream. Now I owe Katie my life. I just wonder when she is going to ask for repayment.... mmm, I will have to ponder that further.
Fire or no fire, I still had a wonderful, relaxing time. Girl time is always so nice. She talks and I talk, then there is all the laughing.... it's blissful. Absolutely blissful.


oktoak said...

Raychel, as your mother, I feel it is my duty to once again reinforce that our family doesn't smoke. Well...... I guess being on fire is a pretty good excuse, but don't let it happen again!
I love you!

oktoak said...

Oh! One more thing! I love the orange toenails. Just promise Rusty that they will remain hidden in your shoes if you watch a game.

Then, of course, you'll have to start sleeping with your socks on so as to not offend his tender OU sympathy.

Katie Smith said...

We sure did have a great time. I think I am going to have to nick name you Blaze. Let's do that again soon, ummm, without the fire!