I swear I have targets painted on my feet lately.  Not a day goes by without Gavin or Patty tramping on them.

     Yesterday Gavin jumped up the couch to sit with me and somehow landed on my foot, twisting three toes almost to the breaking point.  OUCH!  An hour later Patty stomped on the top of the same foot.

     You would think that was the end of it, right?  You would be wrong.  Gavin got me three more times on the same foot.  Patty got me twice more on the other one!  I think they aim for my feet.  I can almost hear them keeping score.

     Yet, I still wear my flip-flops because I can’t stand wearing shoes for more than a couple of hours.

     You all have a good one.

English: Grown male right foot (angle 1) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)