My feet hurt.
More specifically, the BALLS of my feet hurt. All the time. I think I’m old.
When we were teenagers, my sisters and I, our mom would tell us, ” The balls of my feet hurt.” All the time.
Oh! How we would tease her! Imitate her. Be not understanding. At. All.
And now? Here I am, the balls of my feet hurting. Man.
I told this story to the Husband and that Red-Headed Kid the other day. How we would tease our mom about the balls of her feet hurting.
“Sounds like payback, Mom!”, the Boy said.
Yes. Yes, it does.
Vengeance is sweet, eh, Mom?