So I did it.
I painted my toenails all different colors.
When I pulled the nail polish bag out of the medicine cabinet (yeah, I don't know why it's there either), ten different colors began whispering to me... telling me that they wanted to be used.
First, it was Mrs. Bright Red. She whispered to me, "You know you love me."
I set her aside.
Second, Mr. Plum came out. He said, "Are you going to use me to paint your toenails?"
"I think I will."
Third came Miss Brown. She told me, "You know I am your favorite color. Please use me to paint your toenails."
Next came Mr. Burgundy. He told me, "Just use me wherever you want."
Then Mrs. Dark-Dark Pink came out of the bag. She asked me, "Am I going to be used today?"
"Yes, yes you are," I replied, as I set her down.
I was then done with choosing the reds (and brown) for my left foot. My right foot was left, and I wanted to paint it bright, summer colors.
Out came Mr. Orange. He told me, "I want to be used-- after all, I am a very, very bright color!"
So, I set him aside to be used.
Then a Mrs. Dark Blue (she was a birthday gift to me last year) popped out of the bag. I couldn't help but set her aside, too. After all, blue is my second-most-favorite color.
Mrs. Sunny Yellow perkily asked me, "Will I be painted onto one of your toenails?"
"Yes, I think you will," I smiled and replied back to her.
Mr. Green ran out of the bag, and lined himself up next to Mrs. Sunny Yellow.
And lastly, Mrs. Sparkly Purple came out and shouted to all of the colors, "I am the last one! Yay!"
And then I painted.
Then, they turned out just as I had pictured them.
Perfect, even with my ugly tan-line.