foot for thought

So today, as I was driving home from work, I was thinking quite intensely about feet. Weird right??? Although that seems particularly random (even to me), the foot thoughts were triggered by my car stereo, Dave was totally destroying a live version of SEVEN. The words and vibe of this song had me immediately day tripping on summer (what else is new?) I was poolside in my favorite low chair, legs spread out before me, neon pink toes reaching towards the sky, the horizon line of the deep end and the summer landscape. I wished so bad I was sweating profusely down the front of my bikini top and that my fish belly white feet were tan.
I am not a big fan of the feet, especially when they are winterized...
Winterized = socked, neglected, unpolished, pale...yuck
I have to admit, as far as feet go, somehow I got blessed with pretty cute ones (even November thru March). I have been told my feet are especially pretty, sexy even???
Now they are rather slender, and as of yet, are pretty smooth and lacking in bunyons and other foot funkiness. The "not-hideous" foot comes in handy when sandal wearing, walking barefoot on the beach and apparently when taunting men with foot fetishes....
I have had a few foot stalkers, I swear to God,(ask DANCAM she can attest....)
And here I must pause and say REALLY ???
Anyone with a legit foot fetish is not right in the head in my book. FEET?? REALLY?
I won't completely disagree that a tongue on the foot feels pretty okay, but that is from a receiving end, I can say pretty confidently that I really don't want anyone's feet in my mouth. I can think of so many other tantalizing uses for my lips, teeth and tongue...Just sayin...
Anyhoo, the women in my family are teeny-tiny, slight, petite women except for.... naturally, ME!!! My Mother weighs 100 pounds wet and is lucky to reach five feet tall with a heel to her shoe. My sister Courtney wears 00 (that's a double zero) and a size four kids shoe (she's 20) my other sister Ashleigh is rail thin and eats candy almost constantly. I got so screwed in the skinny gene department. Apparently spawn of  giant and midget equals big boned, big boobed, big hipped chica with bony feet, toes, fingers and wrists....
Why, why not a waist ???
Because I got my Mother's feet, I am constantly breaking my skinny, long ass, sexy toes. They snap like twigs at the slightest stub....It is a constant issue for me, I chalk it up to my Mother's genetic curse. UGH. Damn feet.
I will say, that I prefer my feet to other people's. Other feet make me cringe a little, shit a lot.  I will also admit that a nice foot on a man can cure an ugly face and sometimes a bad personality. A man with a good foot and a good face, RARE.... Feet, yuck.
My poor feet are sad right now, if toes had hearts, all ten of mine would be broken. My feet do not like shoes and socks, period. They are happiest bare and well exfoliated, moisturized and painted.
Right now they look clammy and this is so not sitting well with me. I have left them unpainted now for like two months. I look at them every day when I am peeing on the toilet, head hanging low, and I apologize for my pathetic negligence. My seasonal depression is now taking a toll on my poor toes.
So I have a plan. Tonight, I will talk to them, assure them that summer will come again and just to give them the hope they need to survive the January blah's, I will paint them a summer color....Something neon and fabulous. I may even pull up a pool picture and leave it as my background on the laptop and prop my crossed feet in front of it for good measure....
So that's my thought for the day.
Go paint your toenails or suck someones pinky toe or whatever.... Love some feet today :)