1:02 p.m. - 2007-08-09

My feet smell. Yes, it's true. I washed my navy flip flops and now they smell unsettlingly like burnt rubber. A fact that was highlighted pointedly for me when HB IMed me asking, "Do you smell something? I smell something hot." It's true, she smells heat. Something I'm actually glad that I can't do.

So my feet have a base note of burnt flip flop rubber. And on top of that, I've ingeniously layered the essence of the marinated mushroom that I dropped from its salad bar receptacle, which then rolled over BOTH of my feet, spreading its vinegary broth willy nilly.