Mother's day for me.
I got up a little late and then made coffee and sat in the tub and read my whole SOAP OPERA Digest. Cover to cover.
It was heavenly.
Then I decided that perhaps I should accomplish something, so I shaved my legs. They are smooth. Besides this one dry patch on my leg. I hate dry skin.
Just sitting there and pulling the razor along my legs, reminds me how cute they are.
I love them. I think legs are wonderful, really.
The long, smooth lines! Those are fantastic. Following them down, or up, is just wildly entertaining to me. It's so slick and smooth, and just generally fantastic.
Then I exfoliated the feet, cause they are cute too. Once, long ago, before we were involved, Ben was drinking and he was close to the ground, cause he was drinking and not feeling well, so lying down.
And, all of the sudden, he was like..you have pretty feet.
(I LOVE IT when people notice things about me that other people don't comment on.)
I was pleased and felt the need to re-iterate to everyone else that night that I had pretty feet.
My fling at the time, hurriedly confirmed that I did have cute feet, of course.
It made me smile, thinking about it while lotioning the feet and making them all pretty.
Now I just need to use some polish. I really want purple, but I don't want to buy new polish right now.
It was heavenly.
Then I decided that perhaps I should accomplish something, so I shaved my legs. They are smooth. Besides this one dry patch on my leg. I hate dry skin.
Just sitting there and pulling the razor along my legs, reminds me how cute they are.
I love them. I think legs are wonderful, really.
The long, smooth lines! Those are fantastic. Following them down, or up, is just wildly entertaining to me. It's so slick and smooth, and just generally fantastic.
Then I exfoliated the feet, cause they are cute too. Once, long ago, before we were involved, Ben was drinking and he was close to the ground, cause he was drinking and not feeling well, so lying down.
And, all of the sudden, he was like..you have pretty feet.
(I LOVE IT when people notice things about me that other people don't comment on.)
I was pleased and felt the need to re-iterate to everyone else that night that I had pretty feet.
My fling at the time, hurriedly confirmed that I did have cute feet, of course.
It made me smile, thinking about it while lotioning the feet and making them all pretty.
Now I just need to use some polish. I really want purple, but I don't want to buy new polish right now.
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