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| January 8th, 2007 I have demure feet. So I was told this past weekend, by someone who was massaging them at the time. That was the best damned foot massage I think I've ever had. Except for maybe the one that kept getting interrupted by the kissing. Unfortunately, the background on that story is far too involved to go into, and um, that guy is dead now. So, yeah. I have a new favorite foot massage memory. I really missed the foot massaging today when I was doing yoga. My foot cramped and I fell over. It really was as funny as it sounds. The sad thing is, it's not the first time it's happened. I have really bad feet, muscularly. It's probably from all that time I spent in retail, with no one to rub them at the end of the day. Seriously, if I ever win the lottery, I'm going to hire someone just to give me foot massages. It's late, so I'm off to bed. I'm supposed to be at work a bit early in the morning, to get out a news release. We'll see how successful I am with that. |