painted toenails no more

I used to paint my toenails every summer for sandal weather. Bright red. I always though it looked cute.

I painted them last night, bright red, and could hardly bear to look at my own feet. Covered in slippers, even. This morning, first thing I did, before peeing, before brushing my teeth, was remove that bright red from my toenails.

Of course, part of the problem could be the fact that I have almost no pinkie toenail because I'm always peeling it off (Julie tells her students that the apostrophe is going the way of the pinkie toe: we're evolving without it). I've never had a pedicure, never had a manicure. Probably never will. I've always known that I look ridiculous with finger nail polish. Now I know it's also true of the toes.