A few days ago I looked down and realized that my toes needed a pedicure right away. But as much as I do enjoy a salon pedicure in the hot summer months, I can't get them too frequently. Why, you ask? Well because they make my feet....wait for it.....wait for it....too soft. Yes, you read that correctly. Too soft. Which is lovely. But soft and smooth like a foot that has lived inside of a sock and winter boot for six months. That requires time to, I guess, sort of toughen up to handle wearing open-toed shoes. Tell me I am not alone here, friends. You do know what I am talking about, right? Or not. Whatever, I guess I have foot issues or something. Anyway, because I don't want my feet to look to purty and be too soft, I paint my own toes in between salon visits. No biggie. Except I have this one particular problem. Every. Single. Time. I can never find my polish remover. Which is odd because I am pretty specific about keeping stuff organized and put away. Especially polish remover as it could spill and ruin furniture. So for several days I looked and looked and looked. Searched high and low. I mean, my house is not that big and I also know that I own at least three bottles of the stuff from past experiences. And just like every other time, I finally gave in and just bought yet another bottle to get the job done. So I sit down on my floor (the same place I ALWAYS sit to do my toes) and low and behold, what do I see? Yep, not one but TWO bottles of nail polish remover. Sitting on the bottom shelf, right where I left it the last two times apparently. They are all safely tucked away now in a bathroom cabinet. Until I again develop Some-timers and lose them. Oh yes, I am totally that girl who has turned the house upside down while looking for my glasses. That are on my damn head. Like not on my head as a headband (though I have been there many times too) but on my head and I was LOOKING THROUGH THEM! This probably does not bode well for me in the future, huh?!