Listen, no one's ever accused me of being a foot model. I've got my dad's feet, which means long and bony and fingers for toes. And unfortunately for Kate (and maybe Hamp, I can't tell yet) it appears that I've passed that sweet trait on to her.
But long toes have become the least of my worries.
While I've always been one to get pedicures, that little splurge has recently taken a seat on the back burner. Being a stay at home mom with two kids has moved a lot of my priorities around, to say the least. Well, it's looking like I may need to bump that pedicure back up near the top, at least for M to the Izz-A's sake.
The other night we were joking around and I put my cold feet on him to warm them up a little, and through his laughter he says, "Get those sandpaper feet off of me!"
Oh. no. he. didn't.
But wait. Yes he did.
Ya'll, I wish you could have seen my face. Better yet, his face - because at that point, I smashed it between the two nearest pillows.
And since in all reality it's not looking like monthly pedicures are gonna make it back into the budget anytime soon, please share if you know of some excellent foot cream that softens even the highest grade of sandpaper. Because dang, apparently I could save a carpenter a lot of money just by providing the services of my feet.
On a happier note, I went with my pals to LNO last night and had a blast.
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