Benji Sarah and Max: They call me.... shredder

Thursday, January 26, 2012

They call me.... shredder

I know, this is freaking disgusting. I debated if I should post it, but you have to see this in order to understnad the next picture.

Soooo..... clearly, I have a problem with dry feet. An extreme problem. This is a few months ago, after a shower, with one of those razor tools the Veitnamese use in the nail places.

Since I was a baby, I rub my feet together to go to sleep. Really, whenever I am tired (at work sometimes....). So this is my bed. My freaking foot got caught in a hole in the sheet the other night. Soo, after much deliberation, and some denial, Benj and I came to the conclusion that the combination of me rubbing my sandpaper/wire-brush feet together vigorously every night and crappy quality sheets = hole in the sheet.

Pretty intense.

(note: I can control it with the Ped-Egg + cream from the dermatologist, I just don't sometimes. I know there are thousands of remedies out there - I get "suggestions" all the time.)

Anyhow, Benj has started calling me Shredder.

3 comments:

Alie said...: Haha. Coolest nickname ever!!! Kinda jealous...; January 27, 2012 at 9:18 AM
coleman said...: Holy crap sar! you weren't kidding when you said you needed a pedicure. That is crazy! I remember you rubbing your feet to go to sleep. Funny!!!; January 28, 2012 at 9:48 AM
Stef said...: I do the exact same thing! We have to buy sheets constantly because of it. I can definitely relate to the "catching" in the middle of the night.; January 28, 2012 at 1:42 PM

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Pet Peeves

--Truck nuts.
--When the 'poo water' splashes up and hits you in the butt.
--When you ask someone a question and they respond "Yes and No," ...
--Padded toilet seats.
--When you ask someone the date and they say "Yep, all day long!" Funny, smart ass.
--The phrase "fat & sassy"
--Anyone touching my nipple, especially, but not limited to, while I'm pregnant
--Spelling 'Jeff' "Geoff". Seriously. Seriously?
--Walking through someone else's fart.
--Porta-Potty's - but NO, not what you think. The nasty air that softly blows on your butt while you are sitting, that, I can't handle.
--Spelling Nicole "NicHOLE" Hole. HOLE. ?
--When guys have their hand in their pocket (especially sweats or basketball shorts) and are 'itching' or 'adjusting' or whatever they do and think for sure no one can see them. Come ON!!
--The 'auto' window feature in my car only working if you are rolling down.
--Public bathroom stalls with the door that opens IN. Not good when you are a biggie!
--The gas pump asking you, #1 to remove your card quickly, no matter how fast you do it, and #2 asking if you want a freaking car wash.
--That A-hole that when traffic is merging, speeds all the way to the front of the line and expects to 'get over' in front of everyone. No, you will not, my friend. I will total my car before that happens.
--People flicking my ponytail/bun.
--Bicyclers who act like a car and "blinker" with thier arm and drive in a car lane.
--The smell of ketchup.
--When singers, particularly guys, point to the sky while 'hitting' the 'high' note.

Happy Things

--Max's laugh
--Falling asleep holding hands.
--Max snuggling with me and not shuffling around.
--Gas station nachos, on occasion.
--The smell of a wood burning stove.
--Sharpie Fine Point Markers
--Fabric Softener
--Feeling the top of Benj's feet. They are baby soft!
--Laughing so hard it hurts. Making people laugh so hard it hurts them.
--Q-tipping and lotioning after a nice shower.
--Good lighting.
--Waking up only to find you have at least 2 or 3 more hours to sleep.
--The word 'Touché'. I'm not even really clear on what it means, but it's funny.
--Popping blackheads.
--Predictive text on the Google search.
--The smell of bleach and chlorine.