Tonight before you hit the hay don’t forget to set your clocks one hour ahead. I get confused after that part. Am I sleeping more or less? Will it be darker in the morning or what? Anyways the time is upon us so shall we set? 

Ah! Spring is in the air, bees are buzzing, flowers are a bloomin’ and my feet well that’s a whole other story. I’d like everyone to think that I maintain those parts unseen by passers by. For the most part I do, but during those winter months when most of the time my tootsies are covered in socks and whatever foot protection I deem worthy of my mommy uniform. Frankly I could care less and would have a hard time trying to find the time to tend to my toes. Dodging a crawling baby while my toes drying is not my idea of relaxation. I actually find the whole pedicure procedure a bit uncomfortable. It’s always me and a few other woman some of which you know have their piggies done on a regular basis. I try to not feel beneath these women as I peel off my socks revealing my sadly pale toes the nails obviously self painted over a month ago with chipping paint to boot. To make matters worse I am sure my pedicurist is talking about me with her coworkers. Maybe I am just paranoid?
For now my toes are hidden away snug in my slippers yes, they are painted. Done by myself a couple of weeks ago between nap time and snack time. I even felt a little cheeky in my color choice so when my feet are seeing the light of day I look down and smile as my little green toes say hello.