Twinkle Toes

Let's back track.

Back to last Wednesday night.

Tyler and I were watching a movie.

Since I have a problem and can't stay awake during movies,

I decided to sit up on the couch and paint my fingernails.

As I was painting them,

Tyler laid down and threw his feet in my lap.

While doing so,

he knocked my arm and made me paint my whole finger.

He looked quite comfy,

  so I let him keep his feet there.

Since his toes were right in my face,

I couldn't help but notice the large talons growing on them.

 My husband has very nice feet for a man.

His heels are as soft as a baby's bottom and his toes are perfectly proportioned.

BUT

The talons.

Oh the talons.

I'm not sure why he waits until his toenails are 10 feet long before he decides to cut them...

Ok,

so I'm exaggerating.

BUT

they have gashed my leg during the night on more than one occasion. 

I have scars.

Anyway.

The temptation was too much to handle....

I painted all of the toenails on his left foot pink.

I thought he would see me.

I thought he would feel it.

But he didn't.

So I decided to keep the secret and tell him later.

Well,

I forgot.

He never noticed.

And Sunday morning...

He wore flip flops.

Not just any flip flops...

Manly dark leather flip flops with a hint of camo.

When the music was over,

he walked off stage,

sat beside me,

and I happened to look down.

And to my surprise..

His left toenails were STILL PINK.

 So all through the sermon,

I sat there.

Contemplating how to break the news.

After church, 

I just straight up told him.

You didn't.

I did.

He looked down.

You did.

I did.

When?

Wednesday night.

WHAT!?

I love you?

Guess what.

It's Monday night.

And his toes are still pink.
I mean,
after almost 11 months,
I give high fives for "number twos" and he enjoys painted toenails?

I feel like I should be worried.

     

I hope your weekend was perfect!