There’s a certain constant in my life, that being the loss of a big toe nail every 6-8 months or so. Be it due to running, skiing or someone smashing it with something, it happens without fail.
True enough, a few days ago I said goodbye to another one and Anja asked what was wrong with my foot.
Me: “My toenail fell off.”
Anja: “Guess that’s what happens when you’re old.”
It’s a damn good thing I love her.
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