I don't normally find myself attracted to feet. But, the first time I saw my husband's bare toes, I just said to myself, "Awww! Cute!"
He takes good care of his feet, and a good thing, too. I guess it beats getting stabbed by eagle claws in bed.
Growing up in foster care, my kiddo never really got an Easter basket until he came to our house. It was one of the first things I did to really make him feel welcomed, and he broke down crying with happiness because of it. Instead of cutting him off cold next year (he'll be 13), I think I'd rather continue until he decides he's "too grown-up" for a basket on Easter.
I never had that problem with mint. Oregano, on the other hand....oof. I pulled up all of the original plantings I could see, and I'm still finding little pockets of it, years later.
I can't believe that people are willing to go on those "talk shows", like Dr. Phil, and air their dirty laundry on TV.
Dr. Phil McGraw doesn't even have a valid license anymore; it was revoked some years ago after he had an affair with a patient, and he never bothered to have it reinstated.
My kid turned 12 today, so we took him out to dinner at this restaurant. After we got home, we let him open a few of the smaller presents we got for him. There will be a party with his friends on Saturday.
We'll be taking Max out to dinner at Aerie on Thursday, with a few small presents to open when we get home. Then we'll have a party with his friends on Saturday.