Tootsies

This winter, though not freezing cold for days and weeks at a time, I have had my share of colds.  I blame the "new" germs.  Germs found on the shoelaces of first graders, germs found on the pencils on the floor of the classroom that I gather and sharpen so the writing tools necessary for the genius of a six year old to be imagined is within reach of their little dirty hands.  Germs sprinkled on me by cute little sneezers.  Do I sound bitter?  I'm not, but I confess I think back to fifth graders and their conquered shoe-tying skills, pencil holding skills and last but not least, their ability to sneeze into the inside of their elbows.  Point is, I have not had enough time to keep up with hand washing and/or the application of hand sanitizer to keep those cold germs far from me.  And I'm not fast enough to get out of the way of the all-too-frequent "ha-chew!"

But I am calling this post "tootsies," meaning "feet."  Don't say, "hey wait a minute, tootsies are toes..."  Just let me be the leader here and accept tootsies to mean feet.  Okay.  I see the feet of children while I am tying their shoes or when they accidentally step on my feet because they are not watching where they are going...

I purchased my son new shoes for his feet.  I bought him Tom's.  The pair I liked for him was on sale and it just so happens that when you purchase this brand of shoe, a pair is donated to someone who needs shoes.  Thankfully, Sky allows me to indulge in pretending to be his stylist.  He, for a very long time, in addition to my daughter, happily wore the clothes I chose.  It's not exactly the same now, but he liked these shoes.  I was thrilled because he had been specifying sneakers as the shoe of choice for most of his teenage years.

I have bunions and fungus.  The fungus was acquired from a dirty pedicure spot, at least that is what I have decided to blame.  In the summer, I can disguise the nails by applying several layers of polish, and I even once found fake nails for toes.  They looked great, but I was in constant fear that I would lose one of them while wearing open toed shoes.  Like the people you see on TV whose wigs fly off...

I would love to have lovely feet.  And guess what??  I CAN!!  The Bible says "how lovely are the feet of them who bring good news..."