Obama Blisters

Mornin' Y'all...

I spent all of election day knocking on doors for the Obama campaign.

I couldn't find anyone to give me a piggyback ride, so these little guys are the result.





Flip Flop weather is over. More shoes equals more blisters.

More blisters equals more blogging, so.. I guess we can all look forward to that.

We'll see gems like this:





And perhaps with a little luck (and some lousy socks,) we'll even see something like this:





Until then...

Fan Mail

Yep. Nice business here. Not sure where he came from, but he's wearing out his welcome.

...and speaking of "welcome," I've gotten a few messages containing jpgs of readers' transdermal afflictions.

(names withheld because I'm a nice fella)




Jimmy Choo is a terrorist.




Remove hand, THEN slam drawer. Rinse, repeat.


SO, if you've got a digital camera and a gash, blister, or boil, I wanna see that shizza.


TA!

Super Pinky

This little piggy did not go to market, this little piggy did not have roast beef, and this little piggy DID NOT like the shoes I wear to mow the lawn.

New Shoes

I bought some lovely medium-brown Johnston & Murphy lace-ups this week, and was treated to this little guy as a result.

The crease formed by lifting my heel when walking brought the inside of the shoe down onto the top of my toe. This motion repeated all day long was sufficient to cause pain and a horrible looking blister.

The shoes look marvelous though....

"Bad," that's how...

Yeah, a wicked one.

Blister came up, popped, no big deal. Same as always.

AND THEN..... Little creepy-crawlies get in and co-mingle and go forth and bear fruit and all that leading to an infection.

HARD!

I could feel my heartbeat down inside my shoe. Ew, pewpie.

SO, a little surgery with nail scissors in the bathroom at work, a liberal application of hand soap and purell, and this is what we get:



No more infection, just an ugly hole in my foot.

Stay tuned, I feel all blistery inside.