My pinkie toe's playing peek-a-boo

That's it. I've decided it is definitely time to get into better shape. I've been telling myself for months to lose weight to make the next pregnancy easier, but in the back of my mind I was thinking, I'll get pregnant next month for sure and how much can I actually lose in just one month? Well one summer later, I'm still just as huge and there is no baby in sight. So no more dithering around and making excuses. Last week I started our walking routine that I meant to carry through all summer, but those darn vacations kept getting in the way and then I'd fall out of the habit. I laced up my shoes, de-cobwebbed the jogging stroller, and told the kids to fire up their hot wheel scooters. Mid-way through out walk, I remembered: I have crappy shoes. I can't find tennis shoes anywhere that will accomodate my rather large and protruding pinkie toe on my right foot. On every vacation I got a huge watery blister and on this walk I got the mother of all blisters. A quarter mile away from home, I took the stupid shoe off and walked the rest of the way without it, while Paul and Elyse zoomed on ahead and beat me home. I've been in rather a temper this week, thanks to mother nature, and by the time I limped into the garage, I hated all shoes that I have ever had, and cursing man's stupidity for not making special shoes for big pinkie toe people like me. So I took a knife to my shoe and sawed a hole for my toe. Now when I walk, it sticks out the side of my shoe, playing peek-a-boo every time my right foot hits the pavement. But you know what? No more blisters! Hurray! I might have to make another door for my left foot, which isn't as huge, but is feeling a little left out.