A couple weeks ago, the family trekked over to the mall in nearby Kingston-Upon-Thames. It's a pretty little drive of about 8 miles that takes you over the river and
Our oldest invited one of her friends to join us, momma of Percy the Pug pictured below. Whenever the teen needs a ride to this friend's house, the youngest and I gladly oblige because we inevitably get out to give the pugosaurus some love. He's about 7 and has some white on his mask, but is always game for attention. She snapped some pics of him last weekend. Isn't he a darling?
As soon as we got to Kingston and parked the car, we split with the teens. They wanted to look at dresses. The youngest wanted to head to the toy/arts 'n crafts store while the husband made a beeline to the bookstore. I was in charge of keeping Cal occupied while everyone else was shopping at their leisure in stores they wanted to visit. This doesn't really bother me so much anymore now that I'm a stay-at-home mom and can snoop through the stores while they're at work and school. We all ended up back in Bentall's, the big anchor chain with escalators that run up the center of the store to all five floors. Sure enough, this is where we found the teens.
Don't let that "Fish Massage" sign fool you. This is what is really going on in the tanks.
Feet as fish food - gaaaaaaah! That's right, folks, the little fishies nibble off dead skin on your tootsies.
In theory I think it sounds fine, all eco-friendly and such. But seriously, how sanitary is this? It's not as if they can pour in some bleach and scrub down the tank with a scouring pad in-between each session. And obviously there is no way for the little fish to brush their teeth and gargle with some Listerine after each
I'll be interested in this new-fangled sort of pedicure as soon as the worker fishes grow some limbs and can massage my feet with freesia scented lotion.