Well, here it is, the 31st and I'm blogging (on the 29th for me, but the 30th for you-that is every day for two months, people!!!!). My little feet in the sand. With painted toenails. I didn't get a pedicure before I left and wouldn't have gone for one anyway (they were just that bad). I painted them after I had been in Maui for a few days and my husband said that he was glad, because they were looking pretty narly. Well, thank you very much for telling me! Mostly for not telling me, for pity's sake, if they are that bad say something! I have to admit that I have a bit of a problem lately with what is sometimes known as runner's toenail, but for me it is more the hiking and the habit of letting my teeny tiny toenails grow out a little bit long so that they look good when pedicured up. The slightly too long nails combined with either tight running socks and ill-fitting hiking boots had left me with damaged toenails that looked all white and icky. On top of that, I am clumsy and after a few times hitting my right big toe against things, that one broke at the base and turned all bruised and black. (If you dare-and it is a painted toenail, not an icky black one-you can see where it is broken in this shot.) Not a pretty thing at all, but you get used to what is happening on your own feet. I'm happy to say that the broken toenail has survived the trip, even with fins on to snorkel. I was sure it would finally give up the ghost and fall off, but it hangs on by a thread and I am happy for it. I have helped it along by taping it down and gluing it into place. I had visions of painting my nail bed to camoflage a half grown in toenail, but it has made it and the nail growing in underneath is about halfway there. Combine all of that with my injured ankle and my feet, much put upon and abused, have served me well through rain forest hikes and running in the sand (well, my ankle didn't particularly care for that and protested), snorkeling and barefoot romps over lava rocks. I think that if they knew tomorrow was the final day they would be jumping for joy. Okay, maybe not literally jumping, but definitely celebrating.