Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Sometimes, You Recoil At The Very Thought

I was quite proud of The Pony today for his academic accomplishments. He's one-of-a-kind, my little Pony. I was so proud, in fact, that on the way home, I couldn't help but re-emphasize my proudness.

As you may recall, The Pony rides behind me in the second seat of T-Hoe. So to re-emphasize my proudness, I had to reach back. Sometimes, I pat him on his woolly leg. This time, I could see, out of the corner of my eye, his blue athletic (Sweet Gummi Mary, WHY does The Pony wear ATHLETIC shoes?) shoe on the side of the shotgun seat. I reached my right arm back and put it on that shoe. Squeezed it.

"I'm so proud of you, Pony!"

"I know you are. Um. Have you forgotten that you hate feet?"

"NO! Ack!" I removed my hand. "But I was so proud, I forgot for a minute what I was doing. I mean, I knew I was putting my hand on your shoe. But I forgot that inside that shoe is your FOOT! Ack! I hate feet!"

We all lose our head sometimes.


Sioux said...

I guess you'd REALLY recoil at my choice of shoes tonight... Crocs, sans socks, and my dry, cracked heels are on display.

Hillbilly Mom said...

EEEEE! Make it stop! Do you have those tendons sticking out the top of your feet, barely covered by old-people thin skin? Are you watching that commercial where people shave the dry skin off their heels and bunions? EEEEE! I can't even THINK about it!

Sioux said...

What, are you thinking I'm one of those runway model types, with skinny feet? Not-heaven to the no! My feet are way too fat to show off their veins. Send me your address and I'll send you some photos so you can see for yourself. Or a video--several hours' worth--which'll include my tantalizing tootsies from all angles (with loads of close-ups).

I'll be waiting...