This morning I nearly laughed coffee right out my nose when I looked at page a-3 of the Daily Commercial (which, I am happy to report, arrives at the end of my long sandy driveway early every morning).
My daughter and I have been joking about the “Dr. Fish Pedicure” offered at a nail salon in Eustis next to the Albertsons grocery. It’s a treatment where you soak your feet and little fish eat the dead skin…it sounds repellent and strangely attractive at the same time, but now we’ll never know whether we like it or not because the fish pedicure is BANNED in Florida.
According to the article, “The Florida Board of Cosmetology has banned the procedure, even before it was known to be offered anywhere in the state. . . .a spokeswoman for the Florida board says there’s concern because there’s no way to disinfect a pool of fish between uses.”
I highlighted several words at random in the article and attached it to Alex’s bathroom mirror with a binder clip (because a story this good truly needs to be attached to something with a binder clip!). Later she said, “Man, the employment situation is really bad when even a fish can’t get a job!”
And again, coffee nearly came out my nose. There are days when life is so sweet is almost not to be believed.