My toes that is. Yesterday afternoon I realized that I needed to paint my toenails and I worked and worked and worked and huffed and puffed and finally got all the old nail polish off. But then I was too tired to go through all that again to repaint them, and for anyone who read my post on October 29th where I gave you 7 little known facts about myself, you already know that leaving my toenails unpolished is simply not an option for me. So I asked my wonderful, loving husband to help me. What do you think?
I think he did a great job. But I am looking forward to being able to reach my toes without feeling like I can't breathe. Only six more weeks!