I know it's summer, but this morning I think I might be feeling my way across a layer of thin ice. What's the deal with painted toes? Now, I'll be the first to admit that there are a few angles of the female psyche that still confuse me, but pained toes? After all, aren't toes just those little appendages that dangle off the ends of your feet. Your feet! Your feet! Here's a bit of a case study. In my younger days in the midst of checking out a local watering hole or at a dance at the Rug Factory (ya, that was the name of a local dance hall) or Serenity Hill (another all night dancing spot), I never EVER looked at a young lady's feet. I guess my mind was on the music or other things. Now, I have no issue if women want to take to polishing their 'little piggies'. Go ahead and splash on the Red! The Purple! The Pink! Heck, throw on Red, White, and Blue for all I care. My only three questions would be why?why?why? I can see fingernail polishing. The fingers, after all, are out there for all the world to see! They are in the lead! Out front! They are everywhere! They are hard not to notice, but your FEET? I'm struggling here. Can anyone out there help me? I want to rest easy tonight. Off to the musical "Sister Act" this afternoon. I wonder if Sister Marie or Sister Delores ever worried about 'jazzing up' their toes. What do you think?