Mr. Air Jer visits the Nail Salon

What is this guy thinking?

After I retired in April, I talked my husband Jerry (aka Mr. Air Jer) into going to the Nail Salon with me to get a pedicure. Although a bit apprehensive at first, after the first 30 minutes he was a convert. He proclaimed pedicures to be the "best thing ever" and said that he only wished he had started getting them years ago. His only disappointment on his first visit was that Annie didn't offer to paint his toe nails and he didn't have the nerve to ask her.

On his next visit he told Annie that he wanted his toes painted Magenta to match the wedding colors of our daughters upcoming wedding. Imagine the surprise of all the wedding guests when he changed into his shorts and sandals at the reception. All summer he had a great time wearing his sandals to the grocery store just to see the reaction he'd get from people. Most people just stared. A few brave souls said "there's got to be a story about the toes" ... and each time he'd invent a new story to tell the person.

Since then each time he has had a pedicure he has tried a different color...he's had navy blue, black, hunters orange (for duck hunting season) and sparkly red for Christmas and New Years. He keeps trying to talk all of his buddies into going to the salon with him for a pedicure. So far no one has taken him up on it (and he's even offered to pay).

I wonder what his doctor will think tomorrow when he goes in for his annual checkup?