I will spare y’all the gory details, but let’s just say that I am a bit of a ‘picker’……of the rough skin on my feet! It totally turns Doc on. Not! Because of this lovely habit and my aversion to shoes my heels rebel. Right at the back, you know the part that expands when you take a step?….they crack wide open. Not a tiny crack, a deep crevice. Deep enough to draw blood.
These cracks force me to walk on the balls of my feet, like Barbie. Glamorous, I know. Usually only one heel cracks open at a time, so I only have to Barbie walk on one foot. Picture it. It gives me the appearance of having one leg shorter than the other. Needless to say my teammates all fight over who
gets has to walk next to me!
My good friend, TK gave me this:
Total GAME CHANGER! At bedtime, I slather a bit on my abused heels, cover with a sexy sock and roll over to kiss Doc’s cringed-up face. Apparently he thinks I should sleep sock-less. And pajama-less, but that is a post for another day…..ah, marriage.