I just got out of the shower and plunked myself down on the toilet seat to clip my toe nails.
...
I can't pull my leg up far enough to reach my toes anymore.
Tomek was in the shower and heard me wail, Oh no!!
What's up?
I can't clip my toenails anymore!
To which, he valiantly replied, That's okay, bibi. I'll do that for you.
Now that's love.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Today's discovery
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maybe hell shave your legs too. amy told me she wants me too. you know one day. if we ever get preggers.
hmm, yeah, I hadn't thought about my legs. But with the coming summer, I'll definitely need that done. My own personal groomer, I like it. :)
phx, you might want to add 'shoulder rubber' to the list of tasks your personal groomer will perform.
I've always wanted one of those... a shoulder rubber, that is.
*awww*
To me, this is weird. But I have psychological issues with nails and cuticles, so my squeamishness is my own doing, not yours.
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