They probably insist on cutting them because all you Neanderthals don’t cut them yourselves regularly enough.
But why concentrate and focus on the big toe nails till they're sore, it seems a little sadistic to me
As has been noted above... yes, mate.
Back in what I guess was the 'Honeymoon period' my wife used to regularly go down... to cut my nails... and if she caught me doing it myself it was a major issue... as though I was usurping her wifely position.
But that was then and this is now... toe nail cutting along with a couple of other acts of kindness seem to have long disappeared and I now do it all myself... if I can even be bothered.
I was very surprised when she offered to change my toe dressing every day... but I'll take any intimacy I can get these days. I do wonder though whether she just enjoys the feeling of dominance while I squirm in pain as she peels off the bandage from my raw toe wound which has semi-dried into the bandage. It is incredibly painful and I think that we all take our toe nails for granted until something like this happens. Strangely enough my wife seems to delight in it.
Anyway, we had some serious rain today and I reckon I've gained 4 inches.
Yogi got himself comfortable to watch the rain come down... he really is a strange dog.
And I enjoyed myself as much as you can in Isaan... the Hong Thong chasers are becoming standard... I really have to get back to work.
But at least I had company today!
The rain stopped around 5:30pm and this was where we were at.
A landmark position was when the plant pond wall was breached. I included this pic for Ootai... no way to keep your feet dry once this wall is underwater!
And what makes watching the pond water rise more interesting is to see the dogs hunting around the margins. Maya disturbed a snake that went up the overflow pipe... but all the pack were on to it. Each different bark or growl sends a message... I find it fascinating.
In all the excitement Maya breached the gardener's papaya protection cages, but I must admit they generally do the job.
But anyway... the point of this post is, as I returned back to the house we found this...
There was a 5 inch pla chon up by the gardener's house. Now... I'm 90% sure that that this bugger must have exited the pond a few days ago as we were draining it, meaning it had waited somewhere under vegetation for the first wet day to start making it's move. I can never be 100% sure about anything with my current Hong Thong intake, so there's a 10% chance it was in the tank and jumped out. But I'm really sure we didn't have a small pla chon in there... and even if we did, it would have travelled around 20 metres from the tank to the position we found it.
It really is hopeless.. these guys are invincible.
(Back) into the tank this little bugger went.
Last edited by Mendip; 14-08-2021 at 07:43 PM.
Make a fish pie with them mate.
Interesting. My wife was quite opposite, she never did or offered. I never gave it a 2nd thought being I had been clipping my own nails since I was about 10. I will admit though that over the last few years she has asked if I would like her to do it. I typically decline but she has just jumped in and taken the wire cutters and die grinder tools I am using away, then she whips out this super fancy, throw down manicure nail trimming tool set. What a difference good tools make....
Also to note, I am not allowed to change any bandages. She gets so frustrated when I use paper towels and duct tape on everything.
Go to the local foot massage pedicure place Mendy. It's only 200 baht or something once a week.
Reckon you could even blag a 10% discount given you only have 9.
Pretty sure we're able to label you a cripple now.
Anyway, bottoms up.
Bendy Mendy The Cripple.
http://excessive camping and infected toenails
Seems that the pond is not to blame
^ One of the wife's sisters is a tradional Thai massuese.
When we first moved back here I was of course subjected to the torture in front of half the family... and I got such a rock hard stiffy I spent the entire duration trying to lie on my front... but everyone knew what was going on.
I really hate massages.
^ Can just get a pedicure. 200b or so. it's kind of a foot massage pedicure thing. 30 minutes. I'm sure there's one Korat.
I go once or twice a month as I am a homosexual.
It's a Lao thing as well. Mrs bld insists on trimming me and the kids toenails at least every 3 weeks. She cuts em down to the quick which always makes the little bloke cry and makes me howl with despair when I discover that my finger nails have become useless for ripping the scab of a wobbly pop.
I can never be 100% sure about anything with my current Hong Thong intake/QUOTE]
Yer. Always a bit embarrassing getting a boner from the wifes sisters massages
How this went from an "issan Pond" to sporting wood from a masseuse I have no idea but I feel for ya Mendy and fun stories for sure. I can't do massages. I spend the entire time focused on not chubbing up which means I can't relax. Just before Covid when places were open I had a stress headache after work. Thought I would play it safe and go to Big C to one of the little shops. Out walks this mid 30 year old cutie that created issues before I even went in. I pretended like I got a call and left. No way that was gonna work.
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