Brittany and I are doing what girls do--pamper ourselves! We planned it this way on purpose. Here's the reasoning: we play hard all weekend and then we get a little tired and sore. By the middle of the following week, what better activity to do next than this?!Unlike the spa at a salon, we were able to do as much or as little as we wanted for one small price, which was our effort mixing up the different hodgepodges of blended up oatmeal, zested orange, mashed avocado, among other things...
Brittany and I had our nails soaking in the solution and had to be quiet. Every time we tried to talk, one of our hands would come out of the solution to impulsively sign to each other, flinging molasses all over my wall. So to have this solution do any good, we had to just keep our hands down, staring at each other. Of course, staring just launches us into fits of laughter.
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