This weekend, in a fit of self-indulgence, I painted my nails. I haven’t actually done this since I can remember, so I was pretty out of practice. And I don’t think I’ve ever done it while a cat tried to decide if this was a game or an attempt on his life (he definitely did not approve of the smell).

One thing that puzzles me, though, is why I also painted my toenails. It’s winter. I wear socks all the time. On the rare occasions when I wear nylons to work I’m definitely not going around in open-toed shoes.

All I can imagine is that if somebody is in an accident and for some reason needs my shoes and socks, the passers-by will admire not only my generosity in the face of freezing temperatures, but also my beautifully painted toenails.