Where Pedicures Go To Die.

Exactly 12 days, 22 hours, and some odd minutes ago, I got a pedicure in preparation of our big trip. I usually go about every 3-4 weeks (cause I do show my piggies off in Yoga) when I am back in the States.  Given that it is so cold where we live, and proper footwear is usually required, my nails usually stay pretty much intact in between visits. 

Not so much down in a Costa Rican Jungle. 

I woke up this morning, looked down at my toes and a chill went up my spine. 

The best part? I have two more weeks with these bad boys. Even better? I am a 5 hour drive from the closest bottle of nail polish/ nail polish remover. 

Mental note for next time. BRING NAIL POLISH REMOVER.