Pedicures

Last night the wife insisted I get a pedicure. Apparently my calloused feet were leaving dead skin all about the place and it was time to remedy this. I soaked my feet and she took out some weird looking razor of death and a pedi-egg and went to work on my feet.

Now I've been against the idea of pedicures for many moons. Now I'm not against doing things that are girly, but this is where I drew the line. I just don't like it, for reasons I can't really explain well.

I gave the wife a break and shaved a bunch of dead skin off my feet. The whole idea was bothering me. I could walk hot coals before, but now I probably can't even go barefoot in the woods. The bottom of my feet were tough and manly, now they're smooth, well somewhat. It took a lot of elbow grease to get that stuff off as I've never done it before. I may have to seek the services of a professional, god help me.

"Ah, the patter of little feet around the house. There's nothing like having a midget for a butler." - W. C. Fields