Number one bf.

Brent once asked me why I go to get a pedicure when he's willing to paint my toes for me. After I said I'd take him up on his offer, I figured that he was joking and did my nails again. To my surprise, Brent pointed out my shiny new toes and sounded hurt when he said "I guess you don't want me to do them for you."
With that said, I went to the salon again and asked this time that they did not paint my toes after my pedi and finally offered up my feet and a box of my nail supplies to Brent last night. At first he used a blue nail polish that was in his defense old and clumping so naturally, it turned out a bit...rough. We took off the polish and I handled him a new color that Vicki gave me from Japan. I've gotta say, this was definitely one of the sweetest, most awesome little things any guy could ever do and Brent did an excellent job. Thanks babe!