Curse of the Circus Toes

I was doing some on-my-hands-and-knees-scrubbing-down-the-floor-boards deep cleaning when I noticed something kinda funny…at least to me and maybe my husband. 

Two things to point out first:

One, I have a chair in my kitchen that I use to keep my purse on (and use at the table when we need extra seating)

Two, I have freakishly long  toes—they are like a third of my foot’s length--and I almost always keep them painted red, so despite their freakiness they at least look pretty.

Anyway, with my freakishly long toes I am constantly jamming them into objects in my walking path.  My husband is cruel and just laughs at me and my klutziness, and also my freakishly long toes (however he does love that I keep them painted pretty).  He has cute, short stubby ones so he doesn’t understand.

So back to on my hands and knees and scrubbing. Here’s the chair…




and here is what I saw….




Notice the marks--all the times I’ve stubbed my toes on this chair leg. Notice the red color…yeah, that’s my nail polish.



Here is the other leg.  You’d think I would learn to walk more carefully.  Obviously not.