About a month and a half ago I was at Wal-Mart with my entourage. We walked down the aisle that houses the nail polish and both boys asked if they could pick some out for me. Apparently my children believe I need to be girly. I acquiesced. Cooper picked out a hot pink while Peter stuck with his favorite color, turquoise (although it looks more like a sea green out of the bottle).
I painted my toenails first with the pink. My plan was to paint my finger nails with Peter's pick, but it never happened. After several weeks I decided I would switch and paint my toenails turquoise. I started the process but, as so often happens, my attention was needed elsewhere and I had to stop partway through the process.
And that's how they've stayed for a week.
Does a nearly unbroken stream of blurry pictures mean your camera is dying? If so, I think I need a new camera. Or maybe my camera is fine, but my feet are blurry...
2 comments:
You have managed to please both boys. I remember wearing a pair of very heavy earrings to work. Your mother made them at school, out of clay. She was so pleased. Two colored toenails may not be fashanable, but what really count is that the boys feel loved.
You should try cleaning the lens. I bet some sticky fingers got to it.
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