I worked a super long shift today, and my feet can usually keep up with me while I run around on a concrete floor all day--but not today. My feet were so sore, guess my ballet flats didn't do the job. All the girls I worked with today had the same complaint. I was going to take a picture of my wounded feet, but figured that might be a little too much. All I could think about was soaking my feet tonight, and when I went to look underneath my bathroom sink for my fave foot soak, it was gone. I'm so desperate to soak them, so I'm going to come up with my own concoction to make that happen. Of course I'm out of Epsom salt too, darn it! Shane just headed out to the store to get me a bag of Epsom salt so I can soak my feet. I thought it was very sweet, I love him! The cherry on top would be a cup of sleepy time tea, and the book I'm currently reading, Firefly Lane. I have both, which makes for a perfect trio. Here's to relaxing!
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