Look what
MSH and I found at the Tractor Supply
in Granbury , Texas
Be still
my heart. And tootsies.
I giggle
when I think about an experience that happened several years ago:
I was in the midst of a lovely pedicure. [Let me stop here and give you a teensy—possibly innerstin—fact: Once I started having professional pedicures (Remember, please—I was 47 before I had my first one...sad. Yes. Very sad.), I became hyper-vigilant about keeping my feet soft—especially my heals.]
Back to the experience: This kind pedicurist said, with clear and obvious admiration: Ahhh…Wow. Your heals are very smooth—like a baby’s buttom!
I was in the midst of a lovely pedicure. [Let me stop here and give you a teensy—possibly innerstin—fact: Once I started having professional pedicures (Remember, please—I was 47 before I had my first one...sad. Yes. Very sad.), I became hyper-vigilant about keeping my feet soft—especially my heals.]
Back to the experience: This kind pedicurist said, with clear and obvious admiration: Ahhh…Wow. Your heals are very smooth—like a baby’s buttom!
TLC can
verify I’m committed to the endless process of feet exfoliation. (She keeps hers away from my inspection at all costs.) And I’m always searching for a cream that is inexpensive,
but effective. Voila—here it is, Folks...O’Keeffe’s Healthy Feet! (By The Way: They have
a delightful website that can help you determine where you might find or order
this fantastic product.)
I’m
positively pooped from working over at our Barn&Breakfast (Wink.Wink.). The clutter is endless. It's reproducing. I'm sure of it. I clearly need a professional organizer. TLC would adore this job. If only she didn't live two hours away. Dadgummit.
Hope You
Sillies had a Sweet Saturday—Wherever in the World Y’all Are!
ta-ta for now…
