It fell off.

Last night I was getting into bed and I felt something funny (no, it wasn't the chocolate chips that fell into the sheets as I was pouring them out of the bag)... it was my toenail.

Yep, the icky toenail that had the tragic running accident has finally fallen off.  I officially have a nine toenails.... well, actually I have a little stubby thing that is growing in underneath the old one but it's not a real toenail just yet.  The photo above is of my toenails in their glory days...  How I will miss you. 

So where are we in the status of the week....  Work is a bit slower but still busy.  I Zumba'd last night.  I'm subbing for cycle tonight AND I'm house sitting for Emma and Sammy (the wayward cats).  I am planning on spending the majority of the afternoon on Saturday at the studio... then Sunday morning it's the St. Patty's day dash. 

I am no longer bloated and gassy.  That's the good news.

I have a fancy new hairdo.

It's not ultra fancy but it's kind of chic. Let's just see if I can replicate it in the morning...

I stubbed my second toe this evening... oh to have second toes that are longer than average... cute but long. I think my toenail will probably turn black... that's the usual course of that type of injury. Then of course it will fall off.

Saturday I have been invited to a Pirate themed party. I was told that I shouldn't dress like a parrot if I want to meet men. I thought it sort of sounded like a good idea. Oh well... I'm trying to convince my lovely assistant Kristen to go with me.

If I was a parrot I could ask to sit on peoples shoulders...

my toenails hurt...

I stubbed my toes twice today. When I say stubbed I mean I actually tripped and smooshed my toes on my right foot. Just as my toenails are getting back to their beautiful selves now I betcha at least one will turn black underneath... that's just the way it goes with the Curse of the Hamilton Family Feet...