Oh, The Humanity!
As some of you may know, I do my best each week to participate in Crystal “@crredwards” Edwards’ “Manic Monday” activities over on her blog, Aff the fang. So, like a good little participant, I dutifully dropped by this evening to see what twisted idea she came up with for this coming Monday. (Which, interestingly enough, is the Autumnal Equinox and Elephant Appreciation Day. Think of ways to celebrate that.)
As I loaded up the page, I found this headline waiting for me: Happy feet, and your Manic Monday Mission.
Oh. %*@#. Feet. Frickin’ feet.
Why the negative reaction? Among the numerous misfires that regularly occur in what’s left of my mind is something that bears striking resemblance to Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. My lovely and talented prescriber of medication doesn’t want to call it OCD just yet — given time, I’m sure we’ll stick that label on my forehead next to the others.
There are all kinds of things that set it off — some rather strange, like the fear of poisonous snakes in the pool — but the absolute worst trigger is feet. Why feet? Because they’re nasty, dirty things. For whatever reason, they represent the ultimate in filth — I can’t even think about them without twitching. (Yes, I’ve twitched every time I’ve typed the word in this post, and a few other places for good measure.)
So, of course, my dear @crredwards, had to pick that as the topic for this week’s Manic Monday. Even worse, it’s pictures of feet, probably dozens of pictures of feet, which will make me twitch like a seismograph needle before the California Big One. I may need to call in for a prescription refill.
Not to worry, though. As sixth grade science class taught us, “For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.” Don’t you worry, m’dear, I’ll have and equal and opposite reaction for you, oh yes indeed…
Muahahahahaha!
September 18th, 2008 at 9:52 pm
Sorry. But I’m laughing. Quite hard. At youuuuuuuu! The only thing that trips me out like that is spider webs (not the spiders, just the webs — I hate how they feel on my skin).
You could, uh, get me back by, um, babysitting so my husband and I could have a night out. Yeah, that’s right. Babysitting! That’ll learn me real good!