I suspect that women suffer this anxiety every so often, but for completely different reason. It doesn't seem that odd, until you actually want to ask someone about it. Then the words are difficult to form on the lips. Asking the question, out loud, just isn't done. So I'll do it in print.
Do you ever want to see your toes? Just a straight bend your head down and see your feet? I do.
steve burke photoIt's not that I worry about them. I suspect that they are still there, and working as best they can under the enormous loads and unfair working conditions I put them under. I just need a little reassurance.
I can lay down, and hold my feet up and see them. Sometime I get a fleeting glance putting on my socks.
When I rid myself of the spare tire, life will be so much better. I'll see my toes every day. Until then I must resort to these.
Welcome spring!
Toad
Welcome spring!
Toad
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I can see my toes but at present-don't want to see my whitey white white boy legs. Our weather is getting greater by the day but when I put on shorts Sunday afternoon the glare almost killed me.
Thank you for the morning chuckle.
Amazing photos! Great goal, that, being able to see one's feet again. Very worth while objective. And then maybe work on bending over and touching them? Just a thought...
Shelly let's not go overboard, eh?
Iyeeeeee! Running and hiding from your photos! All the while wishing you the best in your quest:).
I can see my toes but it's no great treat.
I think I have great toes. As a matter of fact, I think I could be a toe model!
Sorrentolens: It must be all that walking in the sand.
Longwing: Who needs to see their toes with all your great shoes?
I honestly think that a portly man, who carries himself with dignity and knows how to dress well and like a man, such as you toad, can look better, and dare I say, more majestic than most skinny men.
However, being able to see one's own toes sure feels good.
Also, I need those shoes.
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