I tend to have them painted with “I’m Not Really a Waitress” (OPI), but it’s a deep burgandy-ish red. Not really summery. I have an olive complexion so pastels don’t do much for me.
No, but you could wear those lovely warm colors. Peach and cream and butter yellow and bright coral. All would set off your skin nicely.
According to the mags, what they are doing on toes this summer is painting them like the base of a french manicure, only with out the white tips. So a warm cream or beige color would look great on you. Just be sure to catch all corners when taking off the red, or you will look like you are bleeding, or have some strange disease. (I speak from personal experience, here! :))
Then, when we hit Swampbear’s pool party, with our fashionable pedicures and toe rings, we will be the hippest ones there! 
Of course, there is the distinct possiblity that would make my feet the most fashionable things about me. 
Winter (waiting to see how long before the boys grumble about “girly hijacks”)
Aw, geez.
I leave for a little while to get some work done, and when I get back I find out that the thread got all girly.
I need some help here guys. Let’s compare chainsaws.
They all must be asleep…or just ignoring us.
I let professionals do my pedicures (a little pleasure I allow myself), so no worries about missing the edges. They do a great job.
I’m sure we’ll knock 'em dead at Swampy’s pool bash.
I was just thinking about getting a pedicure, but I don’t wear toe rings or nail polish. I’ve never had someone tend to my feet, and I think it’d be a yummy indulgence. Especially if I was noshing on bon-bons while having my toes done.
Um, if you have a foot fetish, maybe you shouldn’t be reading this…
C’mon, now, Ex, fess up. You’ve never let a girlfriend paint your toenails? Or put a barrette in your hair? Worn her lipstick or her panties?
I think it’s high time you investigated your feminine side.
Of course, all this fascination with chainsaws could be a sign of latent lumberjack-ism. [seinfeld]Not that there’s anything wrong with that.[/seinfeld]
I just painted my fingernails. I did them metallic silver. I don’t usually paint my toenail becasue I wear Doc Martens most of the time. (inspired by the “goth” thread in IMHO)I really, really want a pair of 14 or 16 hole Docs. Black or metallic silver. Anyone want to buy them for me?
echo, echo
Huh. Sure, flirting’s fine, right guys? But ask a guy to actually buy something for you, and it’s “nooo, I have to pay my mortgage”, or “I owe thousands on my credit card already!”, or “I have to buy the Super-Expansion Pack for Counterstrike Offworld!”.
Hmph.
No, no, no, and Hell, no .
None of the above.
Well, Lori has those spring-loaded hair-grabby things, and I’ve tried to stick em’ to my head, just as a joke, you understand, but they just won’t stay. My hair is too short.
I’m not going anywhere near FairyChatMom’s invitation to admit a foot fetish, because I don’t have one. And Captain Steve would beat me up, anyway. Flirting with FairyChatMom just isn’t safe. That guy’s a biker fer crying out loud.
The same goes for Lissla Lissar, Ellen, and tanookie. They’re all married, and therefore off limits. We did this before.
Wintermute and earthpuppy I’m not sure about. So they’re flirting material.
Unless Lori cuts the whole thing off by shooting me in the head.
Good gravy! All this flirting must’ve given the hamster a hernia, it’s taken me ages just to get the board to load.
Now for my load.
Rue, sweetie
whilst I dearly appreciate the sentiment I must beg of you, please, to not ever speak of me in the same sentence as the vileness that is the devil’s own sweetmeat, i.e. licorice. Barfola.
Any other confectionery sustance and I’m good. (Well… mostly.)
Ellen
I was going to make a joke about you being a writing professional and misspelling dwyr but then I thought, that’s hardly fair since you probably don’t write in welsh all that often, so I won’t. Aren’t you glad?
About the ant-vermin, I started out with teeny, tiny ones a couple of years ago and worked my way up to the quarter-inch behemoths that roam my kitchen floor now. I think they’re on steroids. My fearless feline hunters are no help at all. They gladly eat moths and crickets but won’t touch the ants. Maybe they taste bad?
Having nothing to say about either toes or nail polish I’ll just wind up with this- I’m pretty sure Rue and Shibb are both wrong about Oxford. I’ve been there and it’s definitely in Mississippi!
Oh, botheration.
I neglected to inquire about the marital status of dwyr. I could, possibly, have more flirting material here.
On the other hand, the girlyness of this thread really hasn’t been effectively counteracted yet, and I’m beginning to get tired of carrying the ball all by myself.
Guys? Hello?
Are you out there?
Well, Ex, it’s a good news, bad news kinda thing.
Good-I’m not currently affiliated with any representative member of the male species.
Bad-Four large brothers.
Good-None of them are bikers.
Bad-One of them used to be.
Your Choice-Now he sells french fries.
Just for you, to counteract the girlyness, tonight I’m going to go home after work and drill holes in my bedroom wall.
I didn’t say I didn’t want you, welby, just that you hadn’t earned my affection yet. And that I don’t take kindly to being claimed willy-nilly. So far, though, Rue’s definitely in the lead, with Exgineer following.
Lissla: only 16 students??? Wow. What was your major? I hope there wasn’t a prof or a fellow student that you couldn’t stand, because I guess you’d really be out of luck. A 4-year program and everything? I think I’d have gone insane. I liked recognizing but not knowing everyone in my classes. Oh, and let us know how the cinnamon rolls go – those are one of my major weaknesses!
I spent 3 weeks in Oxford about 5 years ago, Shibb. It was great! Make sure you visit the Bird & Baby, the pub where C.S. Lewis and his cronies (including Tolkein, of course) spent a lot of time (the actual name of the pub is the Eagle & Child, I think, but no one calls it that. Now you’re in on the secret, and all the Brits will think you’re jake. ‘Cept they prob’ly don’t know what “jake” means.). One of my Theatre profs was the head guy in charge of renovating C.S. Lewis’ house in Oxford, which they just finished last summer. How jake is that?
Rue: How 'bout you stir my pudding and I’ll lick your pudding pop?
Wintermute is obviously a bad influence on me.
All licorice is bad dwyr (my little gumdrop) or just the nasty black stuff? I can;t abide the black licorice myself, but I have a taste for the red.
Oh! Ex! (just Ex, everyone else can just skip this)
Did you see that? The very lovely dwyr (and I know, I met her briefly) is hitting on you. She needs help “drilling holes in her bedroom wall”. See, she puts on the high heels and then you… Think of something man! She’s coming on to you!
Lissla, why would you want a pair of shoes with holes already in them? Shouldn’t you get some new shoes and break them in yourself? I’m sure if you got bendy for us someone would come through for you. But seeing how you’re in Canada, the customs might be a problem…
’gazer, would you rather I stir your pudding slowly, by hand? Or would you rather something quicker? Your call bay-bee.
-Rue. (into legs, not feet)
Finally, “bendy” used the way God intended.
Just Rue, everybody else can skip this:[spoiler]I really stink at the flirting thing. Ellen had to yell at me about it in the Newbie thread, even. I’m no good at it in real life either.
Plus, I don’t want to get shot in the head.[/spoiler]
Small classes aren’t necessarily unusual, stargazer. I took a course in contact mechanics and there were about four people in the room for the lecture, including the professor.
Okay, I’ll admit it. I don’t really have anything. I need to go get some coffee.
For the girly side of the thread:
Yep. I get my toenails painted once a year, on my birthday, by the wife. It started when we were dating. I’d taken the wife-to-be and the brats fishing on the boat on my birthday and we stopped on an island to grill out and what-not. The wife-to-be started painting the daughter-to-be’s toenails, and I made her paint mine too. Ever since, my toes are a rainbow. For a little while anyway.
For the manly side of the thread:
I took my chainsaw back to Home Despot because I decided that it was a pansy-girl chainsaw. It was only a 16" .36 cu. in. wimpy thing. So I got this instead. I still don’t think it’s powerful or big enough, but Home Despot doesn’t make 'em any bigger. I might have to return it and go find something that’s industrial strength. And let me point out that I don’t have any trees left to cut up. See? Manly. Don’t need it but I’m buying the most powerful one anyway.
For the Flirty side of the thread:
Stargazer, I renounce you. Wintermute is the only one for me.
For the Exgineer side of the thread:
You may not have your toenails painted, but you’re still into girly stuff. Lori told me about the incident where you met her at the door wearing panties, cream cheese, and hair thingees. She did mention that the panties weren’t hers. Maybe they were yours? Don’t worry though, I won’t tell the rest of the Rue-holics because I’m sure that it would be embarrassing to you, and I’d do anything to avoid embarrassing you.
dwyr, youre trying to scare Exgineer with a guy who makes french fries?
Acutally, that’ll probably work. Ex is scared of lots of things. Like brothers, husbands, guns, bunny rabbits, pudding, pools, and caterpillars.
To do my part in raising the tone of this thread, I ask Angel Pants – have you read this thread yet: Do You Pee in the Pool?
My toes are painted, and they look fabulous. It’s true! I spend most of the summer in sandals. Toe ring? Check. Chain saw? Uh-huh.
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Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
I’m never swimming in a pool again.
I’ll just lounge poolside from now on with my prettily-painted little piggies and a cocktail!
Geez! I don’t post for one day and here you people are threatening to pee in my pool, which ain’t even ready yet. HARUMPH!
Ya know what tho? I fully expect that SOME people will pee in my pool. SOME people are just like that. SOME people [sub]welby[/sub] would probably down a twelve pack and hold it in til they got in my pool just to pee in it. That’s just the way SOME people are.
Ex I’m wearing boxer shorts that have pictures of hammers and saws all over em today. That manly enough?
::Arrives, breathless::
dwyr is Welsh? I just thought it was your initials or something. How is it pronounced? Are you currently in Wales?
FTR, Ex, I don’t have any brothers, only sisters. My father is dead, so he’s no threat. And as to marital status, well, I’m not, never have been, have no plans to be. Married, that is. Nope. Footloose and fancy free, that’s me.
And I thought you were flirting just fine. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with your flirting skills. (All right, I peeked.) Anyway, you don’t have to be a great flirt. I’ve got skills enough for both of us.
Can I give you a little advice, though? If you’re so concerned about Lori’s violent tendencies, maybe you might want to consider taking the guns away from her? Or at least removing the bullets? Just a thought. 'Cuz I wouldn’t want you without a head. That’s too kinky even for me.
And, um, which head would she shoot at? That’s a concern, as well. We wouldn’t want you losing the wrong head. I mean, talking to you is nice and all, but I want your body.