Foot Phobia

Yesterday, my manager gave me free tickets to see The Wedding Singer musical at the local theater. I invited Boo and he invited a couple he knows. Good thing we're fun peeps and make the best out of potentially crappy situations because the play was pretty lame. It was comparable to a really good high school musical, and the only good thing I can say is that the sets were nicely designed. But with some beer and some silliness, we managed to have fun.

I hadn't planned on staying at Boo's, but I wasn't about to drive home at 10pm. I had nothing with me but luckily, I had stopped by Express and bought a new shirt so I had something to wear today. I also made a pit stop on the way home from the play and got some makeup so I didn't look like a zombie at work. While perusing the makeup, Boo came running over waving something in my face. Oh the horror when I realized what it was he was holding. The PedEgg. If you don't know what it is, I don't recommend looking it up if feet bother you like they bother me. In short, it's a cheese grater for your feet. Gross. The infomercial might be the most disturbing and stomach-turning one I've seen. I mean they actually show you the foot "filings." Blargh!

So, Boo proudly paid for his PedEgg and my makeup (awww!) although I protested. He barely made it in the door before he ripped open the packaging and began scraping away with the PedEgg. Boo laughed maniacally as I ran out of the room in disgust. Bless his heart for being comfortable enough to scrape dead skin off his feet in front of me when my aversion to feet is so obvious. I suppose the bright side is that he won't have rough feet anymore.