I've been cleaning a lot of glitter and googly eyes this week. This morning I was getting ready to mop the kitchen floor and looked down and saw the image to the right. The girls were just as surprised as I was so I think it was just a random occurance...or is it something more sinister? Has it really come to this? I'm being watched by my kitchen floor. Apparently Dan is not the only one underwhelmed by my domestic abilities, now the floors are chiming in! Now I'll have to check the washing machine for googly eyes; I REALLY hate to do laundry!
In an only marginally related topic, my feet are killing me. I just went to the podiatrist for the first time; I've had a lot of foot pain over the last year or so and now it's to the point that it's keeping me from doing things I want to do (walk) or need to do (workout). Apparently my left foot is hopeless; really sad since I have two left feet. The right one may be saved, they're making me inserts. He asked me what kind of shoes I wear. My reply; heels, boots, mary janes, high heel boots, peep-toes, pumps, stripper shoes, platforms, etc. etc. He apparently wanted to know what kind of athletic shoes I wear????? Clearly this man does not know me at all. I said I have one pair of New Balance for when I go walking walking. He shows me a picture of what he's thinking:Here's a picture of what I'm thinking (I just bought these with an xmas gift card a couple of weeks ago):Apparently, the insert won't work with any shoe that isn't totally hideous. Anyway, I'm off track, my point was....I wish I knew when I was 15 what body parts I should take really good care of. No one thinks when they're 15....I hope my feet still work when I'm 38. Aidan is going to the podiatrist on Thursday.