“I still have my feet on the ground, I just wear better shoes. “ ~ Oprah Winfrey
After trying to call my mom for a couple days (she couldn’t speak on the phone, because she was out of Parliaments, and you know, you MUST HAVE a smoke to engage in any phone chats.) Friends? Screw ’em! Family? Nope – let the whole friggin’ world wait – mom needs her smokes!
When I finally get ma Romano on the phone, the first words which spilled out of her mouth were about how old and decrepit she is -or should I say FEELS (really makes me want to b!tch slap my own mom, because she’s still in her sixties for Christ’s sake)! She finishes by saying that after careful consideration, the only part worthy of her approval are — her feet. Peggy’s perfectly plump little piggies passed her wrinkle test, for whatever that’s worth.
Good for mom – maybe one day I’ll bronze them. As for me, I inherited my dad’s feet. Not as pretty & plump as mom’s, and I’m OK with that.
(ITALIAN LESSON: Feet= piede)
Head to toe, you can go back home here: www.madnessmomandme.com