Flashback:Dear Feet

By on March 31, 2010 in humor

Dear Feet,

Why, oh why, hast thou betrayed me?

You were like a part of me (..oh wait….you ARE a part of me. Doh!)

…but there’s something is strangely amiss.

I know I should not have ignored you those long winter months when you were jammed into socks, more socks, and big stinky snow boots. But you were well hidden and protected so as long as you kept me upright, I pretty much took you for granted. Now, as summer finally has made it to my fair state, I’m noticing something very, very disturbing…. ..

…you look like hell.

Now don’t get me wrong, I appreciate your ability to navigate my fat tail from place to place, push the gas pedal at the proper intervals, and you even enable me to occasionally look stylish in shoes…

… BUT that was then. This is now.

Something drastic happened somewhere around the seventh month of my last pregnancy. I have vague memories of your normal appearance. Well as normal as snowshoe-shaped-planks can look.

But now..well..you look like something that should be on the end of Bilbo Baggin’s legs. YES…a Hobbit foot.

Shrek has better looking tootsies than you.

So I desperately try to repair the damaged done. But the cracks in my heels the size of the Grand Canyon are defying any conventional creams or ointments. And Gawd help me, what’s up with the hairy toes?

That’s one place I never thought I’d have to shave.

Gagging yet?

So I struggle, buff, scrub, lotion, and cajole my sad feets. I even attempted to “pretty you up” with hot pink polish. But the day I was dabbing Flaming Hot Pink Cotton Candy Surprise on my troll-esque nails, my Other Half happened to stroll by.

Eyes narrowed, a smirk on his lips, he eyed my blazing pink nail-job. “Toenail polish? He commented. ” Isn’t that a bit like putting lipstick on a pig?”

This comes from the mouth of man who could swing from trees and dig for grubs with HIS toes.

People in glass houses should not throw Pedi-Eggs.

Hypocrite.

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14 Responses to Flashback:Dear Feet

  1. Carol March 31, 2010 at 8:28 pm #

    Now you’ve done it. Women everywhere are taking off their shoes and discovering how hideous their feet have become. No women will be seen for at least a week while they sand, clip, lotion and beat their feet into pretty girlie submission!

    Reply
  2. Myya March 31, 2010 at 11:07 pm #

    Uggghhh mine are looking pretty rugged too. Definitely pink up those toes… pretty colored toes are way better then ugly plain ones.

    Reply
  3. Frugal Vicki April 1, 2010 at 12:32 am #

    Oh H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS no he DIDN’T!!!!!!!!!!Ugh. Men
    I hate my feet. I hate them more now that they are a whole size bigger than before I was preggo with my first. Jerks

    Reply
  4. LisaDay April 1, 2010 at 6:22 am #

    Ha, ha, ha. I think the husband has a point. I hate toes. And yes, what is with hairy toes.

    LisaDay

    Reply
  5. My Mercurial Nature April 1, 2010 at 7:41 am #

    Oh, I would’ve been tempted to kill him right on the spot! My feet are definitely not what they used to be…but I keep trying (and using the pretty polish does help…at least, a little).

    Reply
  6. Jennifer April 1, 2010 at 12:57 pm #

    OMG I so can relate! My feet rebel against me all the time, so when I do go in to get a pedicure, the nice Vietnamese ladies cluck their tongues at me and say “oh no, you need to come EVERY two weeks, this is bad” I am SO NOT JOKING… and I usually get there maybe once every three months…and mainly it is so I can sit in the massage chair!

    Reply
  7. Pam April 1, 2010 at 6:44 pm #

    Get thee to a pedicurist! Pronto! (And send hubby the bill)

    Reply
  8. Katherine April 1, 2010 at 7:04 pm #

    My feet are suffering from winter as well. It’s going to take quite a bit of work before these things are sandal-ready.

    Reply
  9. K∂riиє* Smith. April 2, 2010 at 4:38 am #

    My feet suffering a lots but I get pedicure every 2 weeks to help! hahaha

    Happy Friday!
    Following you from FF, when you get a chance
    check out my blog and follow me back? :)

    Cheers!
    K.Smith
    http://halfbrazilianhalfirish.blogspot.com/

    Reply
  10. bizzimommiofboyz April 2, 2010 at 8:17 am #

    Thanks for the giggle!

    Happy Friday Follow!

    Following from…

    http://bizzimommi.blogspot.com

    Hope you’ll stop by!

    Reply
  11. Dina April 3, 2010 at 7:30 am #

    hysterical! following from be honest

    Reply
  12. Mammatalk April 5, 2010 at 1:24 pm #

    Between my bunions and overgrown nails, I have developed a bad case of foot phobia.

    Reply
  13. Cheeseboy April 6, 2010 at 9:33 pm #

    Oh my goodness this is FUNNY! Bilbo Baggins – HA!

    I’ll vote for you for best mommy blog. You have a way with making the disgusting sound, well… more disgusting. But funny.

    Reply
  14. TKW April 8, 2010 at 1:05 pm #

    This is hilarious! As a fellow owner of butt-ugly feet, this had me giggling like mad!

    Reply

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Dear Feet,

Why, oh why, hast thou betrayed me?

You were like a part of me (..oh wait....you ARE a part of me. Doh!)

...but there's something is strangely amiss.

I know I should not have ignored you those long winter months when you were jammed into socks, more socks, and big stinky snow boots. But you were well hidden and protected so as long as you kept me upright, I pretty much took you for granted. Now, as summer finally has made it to my fair state, I'm noticing something very, very disturbing.... ..

...you look like hell.

Now don't get me wrong, I appreciate your ability to navigate my fat tail from place to place, push the gas pedal at the proper intervals, and you even enable me to occasionally look stylish in shoes...

... BUT that was then. This is now.

Something drastic happened somewhere around the seventh month of my last pregnancy. I have vague memories of your normal appearance. Well as normal as snowshoe-shaped-planks can look.

But now..well..you look like something that should be on the end of Bilbo Baggin's legs. YES...a Hobbit foot.

Shrek has better looking tootsies than you.

So I desperately try to repair the damaged done. But the cracks in my heels the size of the Grand Canyon are defying any conventional creams or ointments. And Gawd help me, what's up with the hairy toes?

That's one place I never thought I'd have to shave.

Gagging yet?

So I struggle, buff, scrub, lotion, and cajole my sad feets. I even attempted to "pretty you up" with hot pink polish. But the day I was dabbing Flaming Hot Pink Cotton Candy Surprise on my troll-esque nails, my Other Half happened to stroll by.

Eyes narrowed, a smirk on his lips, he eyed my blazing pink nail-job. "Toenail polish? He commented. " Isn't that a bit like putting lipstick on a pig?"

This comes from the mouth of man who could swing from trees and dig for grubs with HIS toes.

People in glass houses should not throw Pedi-Eggs.

Hypocrite.

Never Miss a Poop Story. Subscribe HERE http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/dpfZp