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Use a nail file next time. I keep those ones with sand paper on them by my bed for toe nail issues. No blood. Hope you have finally learned your lesson. No need to gain weight over a bad nail.


Shudder. Shudder. Shudder.

Irene Dawn Davenport

I'm glad there is no one around me to observe my maniacal laughter. They would ask me what I'm laughing about and I'd have to admit that when I hear that friends are bleeding to death in the middle of the night..I laugh. Seriously Ann, you make disaster fun. You're in fabulous form considering you couldn't have gotten much sleep. People that keep sharp tools in their bedside tables should also have bandaids nearby.


tenks to god you are ok.
you slay me!

John Doe

Sleep and scissors.....Makes me think of the movie "Play Misty for Me".


Tenks to God! Ha!

susan lynne

I just laughed so hard I peed a little (being over 50 truly sucks sometimes) - but it was worth it! you're the best Ann. Thank you for always brightening my day! Now I'm off to change my underwear.


OK, I think this is sooo funny. For some, unknown (certainly unexplainable) reason, I just decided, out of the blue, to get caught up on my Annblog. I just felt a need to tell you about this nice family, who had a nice daughter, who's toenail I just removed (seriously, 10 minutes ago) from her great toe... the right one. Not that it matters, it was just that I had to tell you about the toenail removal because at one point during the procedure, concentrating intently, I cussed (imagine that) and it reminded me of your speech/skit last weekend (or any of the other times you let out with your vile piece for that matter). Maybe it was the man upstairs trying to tell you that the next time you decide to do midnight bedroom surgery with scissors from a Barbie beauty shop set, you can just call me and I'll provide 2% lidocaine, a nip of gin, and a big smile to go with the tissue remnant dangling from the end of my tweezers for 'ya!

Barbara Weismann

Still laughing and visualizing. Was late reading this, but WOW! Love you Ann, Barb

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