And while we’re at it – my husband’s feet creep me out. Now, I don’t have a foot thing. I know that a lot of people can’t stand feet, but they don’t bother me one way or another (unless you’re dirty. For goodness sake, cut your toenails before you hurt someone!)

But his… Are, well, bendy. He can flex and move all his toes. Like, independently. I can point. I can move my big toe. That’s it. The rest of the toes move with my big toe. He can pick things up. He’s also pinched me hard enough to leave a bruise. With his FEET.

I find it freaky. He finds it fun to taunt me with his feet.

I just posted on the internet that my husband taunts me with his feet. Time for coffee.

P.S. My husband say, “I don’t have freaky feet! My feet would be worshiped in other places. In fact… I can do things with my feet that some men can’t do with their hands.”