Well, as promised, here is the photo of the sausage toes.
Maybe they’re more like Fred Flinstone toes but up close it’s like her toenails are hanging on for dear life. Anyway, I apologize for the picture quality because obviously I couldn’t take a picture of her feet with her knowing so I had to set the camera on the museum setting (which has no flash or sound).
The visit ate up nearly the entire part of the day, and of course I play hostess whenever we have a guest so I was in making lunch, making a veggie tray, making sure she had something to drink. When she left my mom was all “Lets go out and get water.” and I looked at her like she had a third eye. She sat and talked and got things brought to her, so of course she’s ready to go. Silly woman. I opted for a nap instead and then treated myself to some ice cream.