Oliva looked insulted when I said she wasn’t old enough to paint my toes.
“MOM, I know how to paint!”
She replied with a “duh” expression on her face. “It’s only been my preferred medium for the past 4 years!” I imagine her say. So I hand over the polish and here’s the result. What do you think?
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Looks like I did your nails! 😉
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After one too many margaritas; )
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It’s a little Jackson Pollacky, but still looks better than Mama June’s forklift toe, and my left pinky toe that I broke last week. Did she take an accurate assessment of her work, or were you kind? 😉
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Broken pinky toe, no! That sounds painful! I gushed over her hardwork and determination. 😉
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That’s probably the right choice. I get worse at it each year myself, trying to contort myself to reach the old toes.
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Heard that, Kerbey!
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HA! Teach her to give you a foot massage while she’s at it.
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Great idea! Yes, need to suggest that next time.
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Feats don’t fail me now! Little Feat look lovely, sis Sandra. Dixie Chicken toes courtesy of Oliva. ❤
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Dixie Chicken toes, hilarious! That’s perfect. Thx hermano Bialdez. Have a great weekend!
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Memories made. 🙂
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Every day with her is a gift. Thanks for visiting and commenting!
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