My feet are gross. And I am not talking modest-girlie-I’m-so-gross-gross. I am talking GASP-too-gross-for-words-gross. I guess its the price I pay for loving to wear the same jank-ass pair of flip flops. Last night, I decided that I was sick of my heels snagging on the bedsheets and being mistaken for homeless people feet so I tried out this new-fangled recipe.
Remove the Homelessness From Your Feet
Prep Time. 5 min / Cook Time. 45 minutes
1. Start with two grody feet.
2. Add the AWESOME magical power of the Ped-Egg. Scrub Vigorously.
2b. There is much ick to get through. See?
3. Sand with a pumice. Repeat with smooth side if necessary.
4. Use a generous dollop of Sara’s Salty Sea Salve.
5. Et Voila! You are now the owner of a pair of non-nomadic feet.
I can’t stand it… I’m literally crisping away. You should see my feet:
Gross, I know. I could use my Ped Egg if it wasn’t still at Elizabeth’s house (God, I have GOT to get over there!) but then I would have to lotion my feet like crazy and then wear socks… and it’s way too hot for socks. I don’t even have pants on. My nose is hating this weather. I dreamt of crawling inside Jaxon’s nose with the bulb syringe to suck out all the yuckies. Everything in my dream was dry and dead… even the flowers.
We tried getting my dad to pick us up to go swimming at his houue but a mouse drowned in his pool and is still in there. Grody.
Debate night tonight. Hope it’s not another snoozer.
UPDATE: Best Debate EVER! Obama totally rocked it (despite what CNN will have you think). McCain was not on the offense. Attacking while not making any points of your own doesn’t make you a winner or “feisty”, it means you have no points, no details, nothing. So glad that we didn’t miss this one!!?