I'm feeling like it's time to pull out the big guns--it's time for Pikes Peak-a-boo Purple on my toes. It's the color that I've painted my toes for the birth of all of my babies. The bottle is now 13 years old. Remarkable that it's kept so well. I've lent it out to women on both coasts with the promise of soon-to-be-begun labor. This nasty color is powerful stuff! It really is a horrible color--sort of blackish purple. The OB who delivered Madeline actually made a comment about how awful it was, sort of syonotic-looking. Now, if I can just reach my toes. To quote Jon: "Mama, you can still walk, but you just can't bend over."
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