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My feet are killing me. When Widget was little, I'd hoped that for Christmas one year he'd convince his father or Mums or someone that what I really needed was a foot bath thing. And I even told people that if it should happen, they should totally do it. Because I do, dammit.
About the time I realized it was never gonna happen, work stopped selling them. Le sigh.

Onward we go! I need to finalize my AG order today and I think Cass is either calling or stopping by for a Scentsy order convo.

But first I need to nap. And before I can nap, I need to dye my hair. Purple. Wish me luck.