It was a rare down day today, so Girl and I went to the Vietnamese nail place to have our toes done. They always insist on painting dainty white flowers on Girl’s tiny lavender toenails, and I oblige them since it’s about the only thing they say in English. They talk to each other the whole time in their language, probably laughing at how much I am willing to spend on Girl’s toes. Really, I take Girl along just because I want the company of someone who will speak to me in English.

We are home exactly 2 seconds when our dog comes and sits on my big toe and messes up my paint job. Luckily I have some gloppy pink nail polish with which to fix it, giving my toe the homemade appearance I was attempting to avoid by going to the Vietnamese nail place in the first place.

Girl’s dainty white toe flowers last about 20 minutes longer. She decides to put on sneakers to go outside and play because she doesn’t want fire ants biting her feet.

Of course the sneakers rub off the upper-most petals of the dainty flowers. Of course I have nothing resembling white nail polish with which to fix them. Except Rust-o-leum appliance touch-up paint, which comes in a little bottle resembling white-out. That touch-up paint has lasted about three years on my stove. Not sure Girl will want her dainty white toe flowers to last quite that long.