I don’t really have a wart on my toe. I just thought it would make for a good title of a children’s book. Kids would eat that shit up.

In fact, I’ve never ever had a wart in my entire 33 years on earth. Never had a cold sore either (herpes free, that’s me!). I do, however, have some sort of painful situation going on with the second toe of my left foot. It might be a blister, I am not sure. For what I can gather from my vantage point six feet and five inches away from the toe, there is some sort of cut or open wound. I’ve decided it was probably not a good idea to kick off the floppy slidey shoes and investigate while here in the office.

That’s all I got. I just noticed that it’s like 3:30, and I’ve been working my ass off today. If it weren’t for my 2 hour lunch with girlie co-workers past and present (oh and the fact that I didn’t roll in until like 9:30 this morning) I’d proclaim today the most productive day in the history of Mondays.