feet

when i was little my dad used to say that his feet were in the philadelphia flower show.  he would prop them up on a table and groups of ladies would crowd around to sniff them and proclaim their sweetness.  oh, if only the feet i encountered daily were so sweet.

once, after examining an older diabetic gentleman's feet, i needed to refer back to the chart for something.  the pages were sticking together.  to this day, i don't know why i did this because it is just not a habit of mine, but i licked my finger to unstick the pages.  yup.  that's right.  that's exactly what i did.

you guessed it, not so sweet.