Career Move?

I am developing such a collection of hoochie shoes that I'm thinking about starting a website for foot fetishists. (That's just a joke but believe you me, if I thought I could make a living at it...)

Ya like these? I do. I wish the zippers were silver, but I still like 'em.

Still Sick

Five days later, I think I'm worse. Still coughing, sneezing, sniffling, and generally unable to breathe right. Throat feels OK sometimes, other times like I swallowed a razor blade. But most unpleasant are the earaches which sometimes decrease my hearing so much I feel like I have earplugs in. Also, I've barely slept.

Now for a tally: How many bowls of chicken soup have been made for me? How many times has my husband soothed my fevered brow or favored me with a sympathetic glance? How many times---in SPITE of the fact that he ADMITTED reading the previous post---has he so much as seemed to notice my proximity to the valley of death? You guessed it. ZERO.

But how many times has he said, "Did you start the laundry?" Approximately 4,927.