We both have toes and fingers, but here's the thing that makes us different. I like to have things between my toes and fingers, and she does not. I like threading the bottom of our blanket in my toes. I call it toe flossing. I'm not sure where I picked up that habit, or came up with the name, but either way I just love that feeling.
It's like that feeling when you take in a fresh breath of air and realize that it is filled with that sweet aroma of a spread hay field, or the satisfaction you get when you take the last cookie from the cupboard, or that special feeling when you find your mouse trap has killed something. It just makes you feel special inside.
At this point if you don't feel that I am a really odd person, I'll add this to my list. I got a gift card for Christmas (cause I'm one of those people who it is impossible to shop for), and I decided I'd try out toe socks. It seemed like the perfect fix for my toe flossing addiction.
I waited anxiously by the door for the FedEx truck. When they came I threw off the wrapping, pulled off my socks, and tried on these new things.
hmmmmmm, wonderful. Just like the feeling of blocking your brother-in-law in a game of Settlers and literally stealing the win at the very last moment! (That's Right Randy I'm talking about YOU! And I did it in my Toe Socks... One Word: Toetastic!