the darndest things

talking about the nails on my big toes which are strangely slanted.

mom: your toes are exactly like your father's. not mine, your father's. your brother's toes look like mine, but not yours. you're just like your father.

me: well, at least that means i'm not adopted... right?

c'est la vie

annabella ballerina's leaving for france tonight. :(

see you in 2010, babe. :)

(okay, see you tonight. and then again in 2010.)