Jailbreak

My pinky toe nail is making a break for it.  Half of it, at least.  It's got a good head start and can probably make it through Trenton by the time I wake up tomorrow.  (Of course, it's going South.  Only lame-os flee to Canada.  Besides, I've got people all along the northeaster seaboard.)  Of all the biological signs that point to me being Taiwanese, I seem to have drawn all the short straws.  Single slit eye lid, alcohol intolerant, and funky cracked pinky toe nails that are sort of split into 2, thus making them prone to get knocked loose.  And making a run for it across state borders. 

 

No idea why I shared that with you except that it's 10PM and Mother is walking around the house asking us what her official first name is.  She has three names and can "never seem to remember" whether she has a twofer first name or a first, middle, and last name.  I wish I knew what to make of this.