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.



Author: Christine Cogger

I am not a writer. I like my kids, coffee, running around and reading about you. I live in the most incredible part of the world and am lucky enough to live some pretty great adventures.

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