Point Of No Return

Running has all the upsides associated with it, except for one thing.  Ugly feet.  My feet are so callused now that I’m becoming self conscious when I go to yoga class.  All the other girls, and some guys, have such nice looking feet that I’m thinking about wearing socks to class.  At this juncture, I’m even reluctantly starting to admit that J has better looking feet than I do.  I asked J if he had seen my feet looking like this before marrying me, would he have married me.  His response, “Hell No!” (well, too bad for you J).  By the looks of it, the only way to reverse the damage is by stopping running all together, but there’s no way that’s gonna happen.  So J, you’ll just have to accept the fact that your wife has Gollum’s feet.

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4 Responses to Point Of No Return

  1. HAHAHAHHAHAA I AM DYING! HE is so romantic!

  2. L.Y. says:

    That brother of yours is just a bundle of sweetness…

  3. hey i didn't have a choice, you did though.

  4. L.Y. says:

    Don't you know, I'm a glutton for punishment.

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