Ginger, if we ever end up at the same F2F, we'll have to compare feet. I don't think the knobby spots on my feet are bone spurs, because they've always been there, and surely the orthopedist would've mentioned them when he told me about the bone spurs in my heels.

Stupid feet. One of the downsides of being a near carbon copy of my paternal grandmother, apparently. Plenty of plus sides to balance it out, though.

On my way to work today I listened to Minnesota Public radio. the discussion today was on Homonyms and Homophones, etc., and I thought "Ooh, this would go over well with the Buffistas."

MPR link to broadcast: [link]

I have my father's feet, the ones that kept him out of WWII. I've had surgery for other bone spurs and hammer toes. I hate my feet.

SKippity-skipping to bring this lolcat to your attention: [link]

One of my grandmother's younger brothers was kept out of WWII by his feet. Now I'm wondering if we're some kind of cousins--the oddly footed tribe of central Alabama (you're originally from AL too, right?).

I'm from all over, but the bad feet side of the family is from Kansas and Wisconsin.

I have my father's feet, the ones that kept him out of WWII.

"My father's feet kept him out of WWII. He could run faster than the military police."

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Hey billytea! I got Ticket to Ride Europe for Christmas. Thanks for the rec; it's very fun. We played it on New Years Eve and Scola kicked our butts.

it was very fun! Thanks again for having us over, megan.