Winterizing

I was putting my socks on today and just happened to look at my feet.  I mean really look at them and I realized they are some ugly suckers.  I've winterized my feet.  By nature I'm not a sock/shoe person.  I mean I use to be, but the last few years I've started to prefer naked feet instead of covered.  Unfortunately I can't get away with that in the winter.  I don't have carpet, because I hate it.  It's dirty and hard to clean if a mess is made on it and the dog thinks it's grass.  So, as a rule, I hate carpet.  Wood floors are nice, but drafty. Which is nice in the summer, but not so much in the winter.  Once it hits mid-October the socks come on. I wear them 24/7.  Well, except in the shower (that would just be dumb), but everywhere else I do.  And since my feet are always clad in cotton I start to neglect them.  Badly. 

I will refrain from going into graphic details, but they are ugly talons of death.  I can't wait till spring arrives then I can put away my socks, except on Sunday, and wear flip-flops.  (Whoever invented flip-flops is a genius. For realz.)  And since I'm weird about people judging me for my feet the need to take care of them intensifies.  I get out the hedge clippers, the floor buffers and razors and go to town.  I inherited my good looks mostly from my dad and, unfortunately, his feet.

The only time I've regretted wearing flip-flops was the first night I went camping with my extended family.  Every year we have a week set aside and we go to Current River to just relax and have fun.  I've never been a camper, still not 100% a camper, but I look forward to this vacation time.  Anyway the first night I ever went I wore flip-flops.  Not sure what I was thinking, but let me assure you I will not wear flip-flops again whilst camping.  Uncle Mike decided to give us a tour of the river at night and as we (Uncle Mike, me, Heather and her friend) were walking I stepped over a snake.  I didn't know it was a snake till I stepped over it and once I pointed it out I was told it was a Copperhead.  I freaked.  So between us kids squealing and Uncle Mike trying to bash it's head in the snake took off into the woods.  I learned my lesson.