My feet are dry and the heels are cracked but I can’t figure out why. I badly want an hour long pedi but that’s not gonna happen in the foreseeable future so… am blaming it on the heat and lockdown because it’s du jour.
Red was busy tapping away at his laptop and I told him that he needed to take better care of me and wiggled my feet in his direction hoping he’d take the hint.
” Do you want a mango?” was the reply I got instead. And after internally warring with myself whether to get snippy, snarky or sad I decided a mango was the way to go. Whaddya gonna do, these are tough times…gotta roll with the punches!
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 