Ell oh ell.
Not quite back to regular posting yet. For some reason I have a strange desire to confess minor misdeeds and foibles to the internet. Not sure why, but let’s see where this crazy gravy train takes us.
When I was a little kid, I never used to wash my legs or my feet. My routine then was pretty much the same as it is now, but now, of course, I wash my southern extremities. I start with my hair, then my face, shoulders, chest, and arms. Then I do my back, my Exit Only area and my yes-please parts. Now I do one leg and one foot at a time, but back then I ignored them completely. I figured the soap from all the other washing I had done would run down onto my legs and clean them off. And I figured that because I was standing in soapy water, my feet would also be clean by default.
I guess I probably started washing myself when I was about 6 or 7 or something. Maybe younger. The embarrassing part is that I didn’t stop this lazy habit until I was about 14 or so.
