My toenail is gone.

I left it at work under the big heavy door leading to the service yard and I also said a very bad word. Loudly. Twice. So, that leaves me with 7 toenails...oh I have a total of ten toes with five on each foot but only four of the five have a nail. My little toes are strictly ornamental and look a bit like gnome hats. When I polish my toenails I always put a dab of color on my little toes where the nail should be but it's a token gesture. Speaking of toes reminds me of one of my worst faux paus. There are so many to choose from I don't know if I could ever narrow it down to THE WORST but this incident is a definite finalist. One of my acquaintances had a baby and I bought a gift and nice card. I really didn't know this person well but we did interact daily at work so I wanted to do something to welcome the new baby. When I stopped at the hospital the new mom was sleeping so I quietly left the gift and card in her room and came home. A couple of weeks later I was having lunch with a mutual friend and asked about the new baby. "Oh she is doing just fine! Came through the surgery like a little trooper and there won't even be any scarring!" Surgery? The baby had surgery? Well yes, it seems the new baby was born with 6 fingers on each hand as well as 6 toes on each foot. I have since learned extra digits are not all that uncommon and easily corrected BUT the card I purchased was suddenly in very poor taste. It contained a lovely poem starting out with 10 little fingers and 10 little toes. Geesh....don't you think someone would have mentioned the child had 12 fingers and 12 toes??? Even my family would have found that noteworthy!