squeeze
Right before I go to bed, if I have not been wearing socks around the apartment, I take a quick look at my feet. I have painted concrete floors, and, try as I might, and now matter how hard I scrub, I can not keep these floors clean. Argh!
So, if I have not been wearing socks, the soles of my feet accumulate dirt, hair, tucker-stuff, etc. I make a point to wash my feet before getting into bed so I don't drag all that crap in with me. Of course, Tucker will drag some stuff with him, but at least he stays on top of the covers.
Anyway. After I wash my feet off, I have found that I squeeze them, as if to wring them out. This is silly! Feet can not be wrung out!
But each time, I do it anyway. Maybe I'm trying to remind myself that it's been awhile since I have had a good foot massage.
So, if I have not been wearing socks, the soles of my feet accumulate dirt, hair, tucker-stuff, etc. I make a point to wash my feet before getting into bed so I don't drag all that crap in with me. Of course, Tucker will drag some stuff with him, but at least he stays on top of the covers.
Anyway. After I wash my feet off, I have found that I squeeze them, as if to wring them out. This is silly! Feet can not be wrung out!
But each time, I do it anyway. Maybe I'm trying to remind myself that it's been awhile since I have had a good foot massage.
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