All Dressed Up

Did you know there was a sport called “Punkin Chunkin?” I didn’t even know it was, you know, a thing, much less a sport. Gerald and I saw it on the Discovery Channel yesterday afternoon. There are all kinds of divisions, too. Like catapult, trebuchet, and cannon. That’s right, folks. Cannon.

Now, while I find this whole thing entirely entertaining, I wouldn’t go so far as to call it a sport. A competition, yes. But, not a sport. To me, sports require special uniforms and shoes. A jockstrap, not a hardhat. Regardless of its inherent sportiness, it was frickin’ cool to watch. Check it out, if you’re in the Delaware area.

Today has been much slower paced. I’ve resigned myself to actually “resting.” Not the hostile-against-my-will sort of resting that I’ve been doing for the last 11 days. I guess I’ve reached the acceptance phase. *wipes away a tear* I’m growing up right before your eyes.

Anywho, I’ve read, watched a movie and painted my nails a vampy dark red in honor of Halloween. This year, I’m dressing up as an invalid…. with a fabulous manicure. Speaking of personal hygiene, my feet are in terrible shape. Dry like the frickin’ Sahara. I need a pedicure like you wouldn’t believe. Do it myself? Sure, if I had any chance in hell of actually reaching my feet. They might was well be in another zip code. The contortions I have to go through just to put on my socks and shoes would make your hair stand on end. I wanted a baby and suddenly, I’m a Chinese acrobat. So, if anyone knows a good remedy for sandpaper feet that doesn’t involve a cheese grater, lemme know.

**UPDATE** My darling and wonderful-beyond-words husband surprised me with a pedicure tonight. He had me soak my feet and then he diligently pumiced them and massaged in thick lotion. I’m now socked and soft footed. It was his first pedicure, so it wasn’t as smooth as the normal pedi that I get, but, it was 100% better. Love makes all the difference.

How’d I get so damned lucky?

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