one crooked toe. check!

In the 100 things about me, I mentioned that I would tell you about my crooked toe 'later'. Well, now is later and it's certainly better than never. (I wonder if i'm now making a good first impression?)

See, I've had this crooked toe all my life - just can't recollect noticing it until about a year or two ago. Odd, I know. It's just one of those things that can irritate you if you let it, but I choose to love it. I'm sure there will be plenty of men out there who will love it just the same. I think it's incredible that someone can notice and appreciate the smallest little details. Because then they'll notice that you need flowers on a certain horrible day. Or they'll notice that something's not quite right, when you don't even say anything. It also means they care enough to notice. Now, that's what i'm talking about. The caring part. If no one cared about my little toe, then it'd just be a nuisance.

It's crooked, and yes, the paint sometimes smudges on another toe when I paint them myself. Other than that it's perfect. So there you have it, I'm really not perfect after all!