I sit here soaking my feet in warm water and 10 pounds of oatmeal.
Dancing all night in flip flops was not the smartest thing I've done all week.
I didn't always have "alligator feet".
I once wore a size 8 shoe. Now I'm what, a 9?
The thickness of my psoriasis on my heels adds at least a size I think.
That's why I prefer flip flops.
Flip flops don't put pressure on my "crouton toe nails".
Plus, It's easier to gob on the vegetable oil all over my feet a few times a day.
Well, dancing from 8pm to 4am sure was fun.
When I woke up this morning and stood on my tile floor each foot cracked in about 4 places.
I should know better than to let my feet dry out too much.
I should have put patroleum jelly on my feet and slept in socks.
I had to be too exhausted from having a great time on the dance floor!
Yea, it was worth it!
So I'm down for the count for a few days. So what.
Guess I'd better start Googling myself now.
Never know what kind of crazies are out there.
I hear they put photos of stupid people doing stupid things on the internet these days.