Working with oldie-moldies really makes me greatful for the knowledge I have of the ressurection. One day all these frail grandparents will be able to jump around like three-year-olds without their walkers. We are so lucky.
And I am mostly greatful for the ressurection because I know that one day my pinky toe nails will be restored unto me. I used to think the deformed pinky toe nails came from stubbing my toes. I finally figured it out and it has nothing to do with a stubbing of the toe. They get all deformed because of the shoes I try to squeeze my fat little piggies into.
All the squeezing is worth it though, and I know that in heaven we'll be able to wear really hot shoes AND have nice pinky toe nails. I can't wait to jump around like a three-year-old while wearing 4" red heels with all my beloved moldie-oldies. The ressurection just calms my troubled heart...and my toes.
3 woot-woots!:
HAHAHAHA... i love that you call them your fat little piggies!! you make me laugh!! At least you dont have a mullet!
haha. Yea. You and NuNu have always sort of had hobbit feet. But at least you have great teeth!
PATIENCE- ITS TIME TO POST A NEW BLOG ALREADY!! GET WITH THE PROGRAM AND TELL US WHATS GOING ON!!
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