Toes

I went to a Leap Day wedding.

Normally, I wouldn't think to tell you this some four months later, but I think about it every time I look at my toes. And except for slipper season -- which has since passed -- I'm mostly barefoot in my house, so I'm seeing my toes a lot more.

I got a pedicure for the wedding, and though my toenails have grown some, it hasn't chipped or otherwise done the things that nail polish does. It's shiny and lustrous and makes me feel a little bit like I'm at a fancy house in California, celebrating with friends.

So even though I'm not traveling, a little nail polish has made me feel transported.

Smash cake

At an online first birthday party today (my second of quarantine), the guest of honor was presented with a lovely cake, covered in sprinkles, for eating and smashing and smearing frosting (in this case whipped cream) all over everything.

So what did he do? The first thing every child does when presented with a cake, of course. He stuck his foot in it.

It just made me giggle. He figured out the hands part, too. Eventually.

Slipper socks

I finally had to close my windows the other night because my heat kicked on while they were open. Which is far preferable to 90-odd degrees, I think.

I left one window open and turned off the heat, because I've liked having a breeze. I pulled my blankets tight. But I was still cold! And then I had an aha moment.

In the back of the pajama drawer, I found an old pair of socks with grips on the bottom, purple with green frogs. They're old and holey and kept my toes warm and made me grin.

Slippers

My freshman year of college, a friend got me these adorable, ridiculous Winnie the Pooh slippers. (They're not exactly like that, but giant heads are the point I'm trying to make.)

I like Pooh! They were really sweet. And I wore them very occasionally because they're juvenile and cumbersome and it's easier to slip on flip-flops or walk around barefoot. Y'know?

But in working from home -- windows open, a cool breeze -- I have worn them so much more than I used to. And they are snug and warm and I see a giant yellow head every time I stretch my legs. So great.

In today's news

I'm eating a delicious golden apple that I picked myself. It's crisp and flavorful and subtle and yum. There are new shoes on my feet, I'm almost done transcribing an interview I feel as if I've been typing forever, and there was the odd sight this morning of people standing on the roof of my office building.

Plus, there's snow in Cleveland. I'm not there, but I'm living vicariously through people's Facebook pictures -- with the added bonus that I don't have to drive in it!

Super Bowl

So the ads were kind of lame. But the game was good. It would have been even better if Pittsburgh hadn't won.

I think my favorite ad may have been the Alec Baldwin Hulu one, with my mushy, squishy brains to be removed with a melon baller (apparently, you can see that and all other Super Bowl ads at hulu.com, conveniently, but I don't really think they're worth it).

I was also excited to learn that there's going to be another Witch Mountain movie.

But my favorite part? When I learned that Cardinals' quarterback Kurt Warner has a tendency to trip over his teammates' feet before he can throw the ball. That's just funny.

Google News isn't cooperating, so you'll just have to trust me on that one.

Feet are Icky

So, Daisy has taken to licking my feet. A lot. Which, as you might know, is something I would not normally allow. Feet are gross. But hell, she eats poop. What am I to say it's not some Doggie Delicacy? Anyhow, I am not sure which I find more disconcerting... the fact that I allow this because it keeps her off of my lap/laptop/licking my face, or the fact that I find myself hoping that her rough tongue will mean I don't have to do as much upkeep to keep my feetsies uncalloused and uncracked.