Tuesday, July 17, 2007

South of the border.

I tried cutting my toenails the other day. It didn't go so well. Any complicated maintenance lower than my belly button is a guessing game these days. A blindfolded covert ops mission. Or perhaps an exercise in strategic futility... and yet I try.

Anyhow, after a few ill-placed snips, my left big toenail looks like it's been through a meat grinder.

I give up. Cat bills be damned, I'm going for a pedicure.

And ladies, I shouldn't even have to describe the mess I made out of my bikini line. You can only imagine...
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