Sunday, October 19, 2008
"Your feet stink dude!" I complained. He looked at me innocently and replied, "No, your feet stink." "No they don't! I don't have stinky feet!" I objected back. I had never ever had a problem with foot odor my entire life. Even if I tried I doubt I could make my feet smell bad. I leaned over and tried to smell my own feet, which I found difficult. So I bent down and picked up the shoes. Sure enough, they smelled horrible! I had stinky feet! Me! For the very first time in my life! It was a strange moment of triumph and embarrassment. I actually got very excited at this new level of grossness I had achieved. "I have stinky feet!" I exclaimed. Poor Stephen just looked at me and smiled.
Are my poor shoes doomed? Can you wash smell out of canvas flat shoes? Anyone know?
For the record, I also cannot burp. The air bubbles come up, but no burp accompanies them. It's the strangest thing. I have never been able to participate in any burping contests or have anyone laugh at my cool loud bodily function. It's made me an outcast in those bodily function humor circles. If someday I ever do manage a good blech I will be sure to blog on that, too.