But, I love my toes.
It all started around ten years ago when I was living in downtown Atlanta, freshly married and living in a fantastic 1920's condo building just one block from all the best pubs and restaurants. We had a pretty tight click of friends there, all married with no kids (except that one poor girl, and lordy, did we ever judge her). One of our friends was a gorgeous blond, tall and skinny, with perfect little perky boobs, all her own. To top it off, she was a photo stylist, so she always seemed to have the scoop on the cool before the cool. She was, of course, completely insane, but we all loved hanging around her. I think I might have even had a girl crush on her for just a little while.
One afternoon we were out shoe shopping and she glanced over at me and then squeaked out "ohmygodletmeseeyourfeet." She told me I had the cutest toes ever and she totally envied my feet. Whatever, I told her. Your feet are cute too. Then she let me in on a dirty little secret.
She went to a nail salon and had a fake nail put on her big toe. Her real big toenail was a tiny little dot, hardly worth painting!
What?!?
Yesterday another friend posted a homeopathic cure for ingrown toenails. I'll have to file that one away. You see, I always take really good care of my toes. They are after all one of my finer features...
