Painting my toenails

I tried this pearly, vanilla color tonight—felt like a vanilla milkshake had dried on my toes. Sat on the edge of the tub, brush in hand, painted real careful. When the last toe looked even, I popped up, wiggled my feet in front of the mirror, and caught myself striking silly poses. Toes stretched, one foot tipped like it was bowing. I stood there grinning, giving them a little air-show. Who knew ten toenails could have me giddy like that?