We have a foot. A real foot.
It walks like a foot. It quacks like a foot. So it must be a foot. (Oh, just go with it, okay?)
Dr. said I don’t have to come back (unless, of course, I break something else), and not to do anything terribly weird until June. Not involving my foot, anyway. He was a bit reluctant to take the instructions further than that, and who can blame him?
Just watching a bunch of scared people on American Idol now. Battle of the Divas, it would seem.
white pebble 