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Norah And I Did Our Nails


I never wear this shirt.  But today was warm and I guess I just wanted to shake things up, so on with the old Florida novelty shirt.  Being invited to Norah's house is always a worthwhile trip.  



Norah and I were doing our usual romping when I saw a couple of nail polish vials on the coffee table.  One thing led to another - isn't that how everything starts?  I asked if she'd like her toenails prettied up and she quickly said yes.  




Like an artist with his masterwork, with unbridled concentration and determination to  excellence, I dabbled with as much precision as these old eyes could muster.  I like the look of Norah in this one, as she looks like a pampered princess who has dozens of ladies in waiting helping her.   





As I began to show her that I had no qualms about gussying up myself, she came up with an idea of her own.  




Turnabout is fair play.  As I did her nails, she now wanted to do mine.  




Walking into Wal-Mart a day or two later with my flip-flops, and getting just a couple of strange looks, it did my heart and soul some good.  Let 'em wonder.

 Nothing works quite like discovering new fun activities with the Smidge. 

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  1. jeffsutorNovember 26, 2014 at 8:42 AM

    Nice nails! Oh, the things we will do for our granddaughters. After everything I've seen in WalMart I'm surprised your toes would even get a glance. Of course I would notice them because I walk around there with my head down in shame trying not to make eye contact with the usual clientele that frequent the joint.

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