So I was sitting on our porch with my husband, writing notes about a walk I took with my kids So I wouldn't forget them for a future blog when my darling husband put his foot in my lap and said, "Rub my feet?" Having a marker in hand, I drew a little face on his big toe. I messed up the nose because I was laughing so hard. (Yes, I amuse myself). Anyhow he would only let me take a picture of it if I would write the following:
Your feet are like a precious jewel of Maryland. A sweet gem better than fine wine, cheesecake or creme brullee. It is an honor, indeed, a priviledge to rub them.
Signed, a cat owner
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