About a fifth of my readers come here every day for my post about celebrity feet. It amazes me every time I look at my site metre and find referral after referral from some google search for “celebrity feet.” (And if it’s not “celebrity feet,” it’s “Justin Timberlake’s Penis” or ANYTHING “monkey” — and, if I were you, I wouldn’t ask me to elaborate on that one….)

So, between the search hits and THE EMAILS, clearly you want feet. And, even though I HAVE given you my feet as you requested (here — and, yes, that’s all you’re getting, my loyal fetishists), I like to give my readers what they want.

You say you want feet?

I give you feet.

Especially since there’s a FETISHIST IN DA HOUSE.

Go figure.

It’s…my Rascal.

He’s freakishly obsessed with….

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His SOCKS.

Every morning we have a sock crisis. First he wants one pair….

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Then he wants another….

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And another….

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And it’s, like, serious business. If you don’t give him the socks he wants….

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Yes, it’s serious business. And I don’t know WHO has time for this every morning….

Anyway, today was a little better. White….

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(Rascal on a walk with his teeny it’sgrandma….)

I’m learning that if you just DO IT QUICK — SLAP ON THOSE SOCKS QUICK with as MUCH DISTRACTION as possible, like, a little “Row Row Row Your Boat” or “ha ha hee hee ha ha ho,” then it seems to be OK.

What’s that you’re saying? Not enough feet for you? Aiight. Check it….

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In yo face! (I’m lookin’ at YOU, Tanner P!) Heh. And, whad’ya know, there’s MY foot — in the bottom-right corner….

Love!

xo Haley-O

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