Life as a newlywed
This is how I greeted Matte tonight:
“Hi! My feet smell rancid. And I have bad gas too.”
My feet do smell horrendous. It’s the shoes I wore to work today. I swear. It isn’t the fault of my feet. The shoes have no ventilation whatsoever, so when I take them off, the aroma permeates the room. Matte used to sell shoes, once upon a time, and even he says they’re really stinky. Seriously. P.U.
You so wish you were in my living room right now, don’t you?
catheroominated at 8:28 pm | filed under: no category
You know what rocks about living with a six year old? They think stuff like that is awesome!
Noah got out of the bath the other night and said “Smell my feet-they smell really good!” and then proceeded to stand, bring his toes to his nose, and take a huge whiff! I wish I were still that flexible!
Ahhh, the bloom is off the rose! now you know it’s true love!