Do any of these look like they might work...?
Good morning.
That's some yummy pastry you selected for us today.
You'd think I was a feral child , by the way I'm always barefoot at home, and outside the house in warmer weather. But, if I go anywhere beyond that, I'm always in shoes. 
Only the best for you guys will do.Good morning to you, too!
I guess I'm a bumpkin.
I think she was right. I practice yoga and both my kids are practicing black belts in karate and both disciplines teach going barefoot strengthens your feet and ankles, and can actually create a better mind/body connection.Not sure how relevant this is to the present foot conversation, but I thought I'd share this tidbit.
When I was a kid, my grandmother told us that if you walk barefoot, it strengthens your feet and ankle muscles. Now, my grandmother had no medical background or degree; but up through her teens, she'd work in the farm fields in Ireland (before she came to the U.S.). In the warmer weather, the kids never wore shoes. (They'd wash their feet before entering their houses, after being out all day. They'd then put on shoes inside the house.) She never had any foot or ankle problems as she got older, and attributed that to building strong muscles in them, from her youth.
Well then, I guess I won't tell you ...
I actually sit on toilet seats too.
I wash my hands scrupulously, and try not to touch my mouth, eyes, or nose after touching things in public.
Other than that, I just live.
I even pick food up from the floor ... long after the 5-second rule has elapsed.
As a kid, I used to eat gum off of the sidewalk, as long as it didn't have ants on it. That's where I drew the line.
Makes you wonder how I ever made it to 47, eh?! And as a Canadian woman, statistically I will probably outlive you all.
And at the age of 84.6, God willing, I will still be bending over to pick up food from the floor, walking around barefoot (think old Rose at the end of Titanic), and sitting on toilet seats.
Yes please, thank you.
Good morning.
Oh yea!! Just what every 8th grader wants...a whole day of prayer and reflection.Yes, that is the place. Have a funny story to share with you about that. Went to a parochial school up to the 8th grade. At the end of the 8th grade school year, the nuns would arrange for a pizza party celebration for the 8th graders. Everyone looked forward to it, as we never really got to do anything fun like that (we had to always bring lunch from home, and all we ever bought at school was milk). So there I was, finally made it to the 8th grade, and was looking forward to a pizza party.
Enter a new Mother Superior the year I was in 8th grade. She heard about the pizza party tradition and put an end to it, saying that there were far better ways to commemorate our 8 years in that school.She said we'd be the first class to have a religious retreat at the LaSalette Shrine, instead of pizza.
The grounds were pretty and all, but I don't think my classmates noticed or cared!
NO! They cause enough pain as it is.
I like the ones with all the sunflowers.Do any of these look like they might work...?
Ha!
No longer surprised. I remember another Canadian be proud of it too this summer. 
I can see breakfast being served at your home. Makes you wonder how I ever made it to 47, eh?! And as a Canadian woman, statistically I will probably outlive you all. And at the age of 84.6, God willing, I will still be bending over to pick up food from the floor, walking around barefoot (think old Rose at the end of Titanic), and sitting on toilet seats.
Yeah, well if we're looking at our parents age at passing ... I am in big trouble.Ha!
Well you always said you were cheap.
Yeah you've heard my opinions of statistics, funny numbers masterfully skilled mathematicians craft for others to spout as Gospel. As Disney claims as reason for My Magical Experience, because the statistics said this is what the guests wanted, a complete predetermined itinerary for vacationing fun. Me, I didn't buy into those statistics either.
I personally take more stock into family genetics and lifestyle. My Mom is 80 and my Dad is 86. My Dad worked with Asbestos a good chunk of his life, hands on and was genetically strong enough to not fall victim to it. Hardy man, too stubborn to die. His Mom was 84 when she passed. His Dad was struck by a loose rail car where he worked at 57 but Dads brother 89 is still living on his own as well as my Aunt that is 84. My Mom is in the middle of the pack of 12 brothers and sisters, 7 of which are still kick'n. One died at 32 killed by a drunk driver and another one died having oral surgery when anesthetic was improperly administered. 3 have passed naturally in their 80's. Her Mom was 83 when she passed and my GradDad pass when I was 2 from complications of a shattered leg falling at work working on a ceiling, his life span was poorest, only living into his 60's an amputee, wheelchair bound. So I look to my parents life span for better indicators of a longer life than I do to the National average of my country of origin.
