Have you ever... Painted your toenails? You know, had the urge to be festive and was feeling rather artsy? Youre going on vacation. A warm weather vacation. A happy vacation. Youre going to Disney World. Youve completed the basic springtime grooming rituals. Youve scrubbed. Youve buffed. Youve plucked. And after a grueling evening in a bubble bath, youve managed that annual task of shaving above the knee. But this is Disney world. Youve got your glow bracelets. Youve got your character t shirts. Youve got your Minnie ears. So you decide to let down your hair a little bit - your extraordinary too long and bushy hair - and decorate your toenails. You call to your youngest - the girl - to bring in the bucket of polish. Red. Yes, red. Festive. You remove your overly worn sock and brush away the lingering lint from your toes and set about to create a homemade pedicure complete with a Mickey Mouse face on your invaluable big toes. Oh, this will be great. You will be the envy of all the Disney guests. You and your big toe. But all of the excitement, along with your breath, leaves you as you attempt to bring your size 8 toward you and bend your size 2x toward it. Theres something in the way. Your gut. You pull your knee to the side and try to go at it from the middle. You try to lay on your back with you leg crooked in the air and go at it from underneath. You hold your foot with your free hand and try to go at it by force. Finally, you mange to use your youngests thigh as leverage while she holds you steady and go at it as a team. Victory. Then, like a surgeon performing a life saving operation, you call for the black polish. Its time to kick it up a notch. Its just 3 little black circles, right? Surely you can manage that on a big toe? But, after numerous attempts, you stretch out your leg to examine the results. Your feeling a little light-headed from the lack of oxygen due to being squished in half for so long. Hmmm. There is a moment of silence as you and your younger partner assess the situation. Its kinda square... it looks like an old fashioned tv.... or maybe a weird looking bat... Remarks the young one. Then because she chooses to not say anything at all, she quietly leaves the tragic scene. You are left sitting on edge of your bed with your outstretched leg to contemplate the toe. You ponder on the Rorschach inkblot test on your rarely seen phalange. What it looks like to you. What made you think that. How you feel about that thought. You analyze what it all means. Who are you? Why are you here? The toe holds the answer. Youre going to disney World. Me either..,
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 16:55:15 +0000
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