Wednesday, June 28, 2006
BEHOLD THE 8 A.M PEDICURED FOOT (or Anna Bloviations with too much time on her hands on her day off). OK, ok, so the little toes are permanently scrunched into the shape of black-eyed peas but otherwise we like our feet immensely. They have served us very well too, having jogged Golden Gate Park, walked Vienna, hiked the alps, swum oceans and pools, carried the extra weight of pregnancies and toddlers, crammed themselves into uncomfortable ski boots, and borne the brunt of falls, bee stings, slivers, cuts, and general negligence. Today these feet track about 15 miles of power-walking a week plus the daily trek from the subway station to the State House. They don't complain much about the high-heeled shoes we wear; they are bunion/callous free. As far as Anna Bloviations is concerned, they are smooth-all-over kissable for those with a foot fetish. Guess it's a sign of being forty-something that our most well-pampered, least sagging feature are our god-d**** feet...
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