After showering today I looked down and realized that my toes really needed some attention. As in, if I didn't cut my nails soon my shoes weren't going to fit. So I grabbed my tools and sat down to get to business. Let's just say that that is probably the last time I'll cut my own toenails for the next 4 months. I could barely reach my feet for the bulk of my belly and I had to stop between each toe and catch my breath.
My cousin saw me at Christmas and told me what a "cute little belly" I have. I told her I felt huge! She said I still looked small. Another friend told me the same thing. I finally got some vindication from another friend who saw me and immediately said "are you sure it's not twins?!".
So I guess I'll be looking around for a safe place to get a pedicure in a month or so. By then I may also have to pay someone to put my socks on in the morning. Better yet, I should start training G to do it for me!
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
1 comment:
LOL!!
I've never thought about something so simple and yet so complicated as cutting the toes' nails!!!
It's amazing how there are so many things you never think about until they happen, and nobody tells you!!! LOL!! Thanks for the tip! LOL!
I too think, you should teach G to help you with those "chores"!
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