So I went to get another foot detox this morning, and since my husband was just coming out of a massage as my appointment started, he decided to stick around and see for himself all the weird goo that comes out of my feet. (I don’t know why. I mean, I adore my husband, but no way would I stick around to see disgusting crap come out of his feet. Blech!)
It took a while to get the whole process going, but soon the ick was flowing freely, and my husband and the therapist were fascinated.
“Ooh, look,” he said, about 20 minutes into the process, “you’ve got all these really gross rings around your feet. Cool.”
“Oh yeah,” I replied. “I’m like my own, disgusting planet.”
“Exactly!” he agreed.
“Well it’s nice to know that, even after all these years, I’ve still got some mystery left,” I told him.
“I know,” he said. “Who knew that you were filled with so much YUCK?!”
He’s a keeper, Jenny!
Oh, yeah!