Foot Fetish

No, we don't have a foot fetish, just feet that are picture worthy. I have the feeling a couple of my regular readers my be concerned because I haven't post any long windedness for a couple days. And for that, I thank you.

Everything is fine. We both got some good quality sleep in the last two nights--the first sleep we've gotten in a long while. I might try to post some things tonight, depending on late I stay up; the three day weekend will allow me to tell the whole story in full. (I must clean tonight after work. The house is a sty and I'm getting a complex about it) I'll try to break it up in sections so it doesn't turn out to be a short novel.

So for now, enjoy these photos of Shawn's swollen left foot. I promise I'll explain once I get this sty cleaned up. The house seems to have an odd smell (maybe it's just me) and I've seen a couple roaches. I hate roaches. Dirty folks have roaches. We're not dirty people. In fact, I have a bug spray holster on my belt. This house has to maintain a certain level of cleanliness for me to regain my sanity. I've slept and eaten. So now.... To the baking soda! To the Super Vacuum! Swwiiissshhhh....!

The animals have become restless. The dogs know Shawn is here, but can't see him. Shawn's bird has become depressed--I think, who could tell? And the entire corporation of eBay has slowed down all because Shawn hasn't bought a single thing in three weeks.

I think the computer misses Shawn most of all.


PS Last night the swelling went down a little with elevation. The cracks, wrinkles, and veins are beginning to reappear slowly. Stay tuned.