What does it say when your husband gets you a foot bath for Hanukkah, and I really, really appreciated it. Am I old? Is our life just a little too boring? Or do I just whine about my feet way, way too much? I do occasionally use my poor achy feet as an excuse to not walk the dogs, and I sure won't stop doing that, cozy little massager or not.
And here are a few gifts I got for myself, manis and martinis with these cool chickies, and, finally, the brass rat. Yes, it's my third. What's kind of funny is my husband was going to get me one of these, but then found out the price. He didn't realized I'd already ordered one for myself.
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