Sigh. I think I'm going to have my right big toenail removed. It's killing me. I have always loved my feet (they're very cute), but I ended up with psoriasis in half of my right big toenail. I've been getting steroid injections all around the nailbed to try and treat it, but all that has done so far is bruise the beejeebers out of my toenail. Now it's killing me. What'll I do? I can't paint my toenails like mamahen has instructed. Should I paint my feet instead? Ya just can't wear "cute" shoes when you've got a cornchip looking thing on your toe. Gag me.
Today Keri and I got up, got in gear, and cleaned/rearranged the house. That woman has some serious nervous energy and motivation to move furniture that I think looks perfectly fine right where it is. Anywhoo - I end up saying all the right things - like, "what a wonderful idea this is to get up early in the morning on my day off and move heavy things - anything for you."
Yesterday I mowed, ran the weed trimmer, washed the car, made a gallon of salsa, grilled tuna, swept the deck, poop scooped the yard, cleaned out the fire pit, bathed the mastiff, made veggie soup for the week's lunch, grocery shopped and wandered around the yard. Somewhat productive, but boring nonetheless. I continue to post these absolutely meaningless things in order to support my friend Jill - I have even less to say than she does.
Well. This is awkward.
11 years ago
3 comments:
Oh my word - that is WAY too many things to do in one day. Please start spreading that out over about 6 weeks to make the rest of us feel better. I just don't even know what to say about your toenail.
I don't think you have psoriases. I think you are rotting away. Or maybe turning into those half fishy things on Pirates of the Carribean.
Tell Kerri it must be in the air. The spring cleaning has hit me too. I swear I have stuffed Brandon and Schyler in a bag marked "give-away" twice.
New post please.
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