Some people suffer from cold feet, and I am not talking about that intense desire to run from the wedding altar like Julia Roberts' character in Runaway Bride. Literally, some people have poor circulation that causes their extremities, mainly their feet and hands, to lose blood and retain a sense of frigidity something akin to The Corpse Bride's appendages. Occasionally, this event does occur for me in my hands. When I discover this happening, I immediately have two goals: to warm my hands or to touch Scott so that he can appreciate my special power to turn hands into blocks of ice. At this point, he usually screams like a girl and calls me The Corpse Bride. This brings me much merriment, and the added laughter probably sends fresh, warm blood to my hands. It's really a win-win situation.
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Hot Feet Syndrome
My feet, however, do not suffer such occasions. My feet are almost always, literally, hot. They are not, perhaps, warm to the touch, but I almost always want them to be uncovered and free to breath. From about March to October, I can barely stand to wear any closed-toe shoes and socks are just completely out of the question. I always wear socks and tennis shoes to work out, but you can bet your bottom dollar that as soon as I am finished I am peeling off my foot outerwear and looking for the nearest flip-flops. I just cannot stand to have hot feet. I don't like my feet under blankets, I often kick the bed covers off of them, and the thought of wearing Uggs makes me want to pass out (that and they are hideous). So the question is: anyone else out there feel this way? Anyone else suffering from Hot Feet Syndrome????
Oh, how I wish that someone would invent air shoes for the Beeki.
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