As regular readers may have gathered, my adopted sister April and yours truly spend a great deal of time each day corresponding with one another.
By phone.
By email.
But most of all, by text.
As one would expect, given the breeding and pedigree possessed by both Miss April and moi, our typical exchanges consist of rigorous, carefully researched, erudite exchanges, typical of the great thinkers of their day:
This is a follow-up of sorts to my recent post about my foot woes.
It is also an unintended expression of sisterly solidarity with Jenna, a fellow exercise enthusiast, who experienced her own toe woes this week.
(I was going to say "nut" rather than "enthusiast," but I hesitate to tar Jenna with *that* brush - although it most certainly applies to yours truly!)
Follow below for the toe-tal story.
(Apologies to those of you not in the pun-iverse where I, sadly, spend far too much of my time.) :c)