Tuesday, June 9, 2009
At some point in time, cute baby feet turn into old ugly feet.
Feet fall into three categories: baby, ugly and hideous.
I have hideous feet. My husband and stepdaughter think their feet are pretty, but they are wrong. Everyone’s feet are ugly. There are no exceptions.
I realize feet have a hard job.
They have to shoulder, so to speak, the weight of their person and walk, jog or run most of the time, which of course does not help in the pretty department.
We had a man come over to our house recently to fit us for orthotics. The poor man had to touch my hideous feet, followed by my stepdaugher’s ugly feet. I told him I couldn’t do his job. Touching feet! Yuck.
So you would think I would always have my feet - and everyone else’s - covered up.
While, toe nail polish, and its fingernail polish counterpart, give me the creeps, I hate wearing socks and love nothing better than going barefoot inside or sandals out.
Even ugly feet deserve to be free.