I am going to a wedding on Saturday and there is every chance I am going to wear sandals.
I thought I should paint my toenails pink to match the shirt and sweater I'll be wearing.
Not sure that was a good choice.
What I have done is yelled out "Please, look at my sausage toes with crazy nails! And take special note of my bunion!"
Ten bright pink dots tend to do that!
Between now and Saturday I will do one of two things: either find shoes with toes OR go with toenails that don't glow in the dark.
This is why it is good that I don't have a daughter. She would have been beat up regularly on the play ground!
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