year of fun

I worked from home today (and made huge headway on a project-yippee) and for some reason, my feet have been absolutely freezing all day. I finally coaxed the hubs (or maybe I just complained about it enough) to give me a foot massage. It’s become almost cliche, the husband rubbing the wife’s feet-though I think that mainly applies to pregnant women-but I’ve always found it weird. Feet are kind of gross. And ugly. Why would you want the man who is supposed to think you are cute to rub your gross and ugly feet? But after this, I’m hooked. It was totally relaxing. And it warmed my feet right up. Fun!