Simple Feet

I don’t like feet, except my granddaughter’s feet of course.  But once those feet start walking I may change my mind.  I cannot even stand to touch my own feet so you can imagine how pedicures go! Continue reading Simple Feet →

Simple Feet

I don’t like feet.  I could barely tolerate my baby boys’ feet.  I could get a splinter out of the foot of an eight year old son, as long as I did it quickly.  Let’s not even talk about my sons’ teen feet.

  I know….Mom fail. Continue reading Simple Feet →