Go ahead and laugh. Yes, I, a fifty-three year old grandmother had a toe ring. My niece bought it for me a few years ago and I never took it off. Not even when I went in for my monthly pedicures. Then, tragedy struck. I went in for my pedicure and it was gone!
I searched everywhere for it. The shoes I wear to work. My socks. The bag I use to carry my shoes home after taking them off for something more comfortable. I have no idea how it came off without my knowing it. I mean, it hugged my toe. And I distinctly remember that I had it on that morning because, oddly enough, it was hurting my toe.
Oh well, I know there's more troublesome things in the world right now but I liked that toe ring. Mostly because my niece bought it for me. Now my toe is nekked.
Any of you have one?