Wednesday, January 7, 2009

my life has been changed.

Middle chicken has officially won the "best gift I will ever in my life receive, unless you got me Beyonce to be my new best friend" award. 

I work hard. On my feet. Every day. Coincidently, I sell shoes for a living. And yet, every day when I return to my apartment after a long hard day at the office, my dogs are killing me. Every night, I sit at home, typing away about how bad my feet hurt. Apparently, my cries of agony were heard. This year, when I opened my pretty packages on December 25, a miracle was there to greet me. 



This beauty. The HoMedics Foot Massager. Not only does it use these tiny metal balls to rub and soothe poor achey soles on the inner and outer part of your feet, but it's heated. HEATED! 

THIS FOOT MASSAGER IS THE TRUTH! 


Look for me, dancing down the aisles of work, with twinkle toes. 

Thanks chicken. 


2 comments:

The Hill of Hope said...

you're welcome chicken!!

What I think. said...

That massage looks SCARY. I don't think it can handle these 11.5's