Pepe lePew: the final (official) edition of TMI Thursday
A little late, I know, but…
PEOPLE. It’s official. LiLu is no longer hosting TMI Thursdays at her blog…today is the last day. And I know I haven’t been so great at coming up with worthy TMI fodder these past months (geez, the last one was in OCTOBER?), but I just had to do something today to honor the disgusting beauty that this series has provided for the blogging world for the past 75-ish weeks.
And I wish I could say that this is going to be my most disgusting/awkward/embarrassing TMI story yet, but you guys? My life has apparently become TMI immune. Or maybe it just happens so often that I don’t even realize it anymore. But anyway, a little something DID happen last night, and I figure it’s better to honor LiLu’s brilliant legacy on this, her final day of TMI Thursday, with something small rather than nothing at all.
So last night, Joe and I had a couple of our neighbors over. Neighbors who we’ve tried to get together with on multiple occasions over the last year or two, but who seemed cosmically destined to NEVER be able to hang out at a time when we were also available. But it finally happened, and needless to say, we were pretty excited. And nervous. And curious to see how we would get along with these people we’ve “known” for awhile but never actually hung out with until last night. (The verdict? We like ‘em! And we think they like us too!)
And yesterday at work, I wore my favorite black flats, which are made by Chinese Laundry, and I got them from Ross about a year ago. And my favorite black flats, while adorable, have begun to stink. I mean REALLY, REALLY stink. Like, when I slide them off my feet, I gag a little. So I had every intention of washing my feet before our neighbors came over, but I didn’t get the chance…
And thus: as we were sitting at our dining room table playing Ticket to Ride (Europe edition!), with the front door slightly open because the warmth of the day had left the place feeling a little stuffy, I suddenly smelled skunk. Now, this is actually completely legitimate, because we get skunks in our neighborhood all the time, and people run over them on the freeway off-ramp right by our complex, and it’s not an uncommon occurrance for things to get stinky.
But when I shut the front door, sat back down and crossed one leg under my butt, lo and behold, a NEW stink became apparent.
Joe leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You might want to put on some socks.”
I promptly excused myself, threw on some socks, and came back in as if nothing had happened (because as far as we know, our neighbors didn’t even smell my feet because they were across the table from us).
But it was a moment of awkwardness, and I thought you might enjoy it.
And also? In case you thought my husband was quiet, unassuming and bland, think again…
The moment I sat back down with my freshly-sockified feet, Joe announced, “Well, I think the skunk’s gone!”
Gee, honey. Thanks for LITERALLY airing out my dirty laundry feet. Punk.
Now, if you’re brave enough, head over to LiLu’s where you can read everyone else’s final editions of the epic TMI Thursday Chronicles… But don’t worry. The time will come when I will have something truly awful to share with you (like this and this and this), and if you think I’m gonna let the fact that LiLu’s not hosting it anymore deter me from sharing it anyway, you’ve got another stink think coming!
This doesn’t mean you can’t continue to post your own TMI Thursdays on here, does it!? Well… when the fodder does arise, that is
You’ve also described one of the things my mom really gets self-conscious and worries about– smelly feet, esp when she goes into places where she has to take off her shoes (like Asian households)
Sometimes washing the shoe itself helps. Allan used to get some really smelly feet with this one pair of flip flops he wore all the time, and a good scrubbing in the kitchen sink helped alleviate some of that… until he’d worn it and sweat in it and gotten it dirty enough again
One of my pairs of sandals never made my feet stinky UNTIL I had to rinse them off recently after getting all muddy pulling weeds. I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who has this problem.
LOL thank you for sharing!! I totally have the same problem with a couple of pairs of my shoes… I’ve spent more than one occasion with my leg cocked up on a public bathroom sink WASHING my feet in sandal season!!
i’ve also got ridiculously smelly feet. it’s not just the shoes. it’s actually my FEET. ALL of my shoes smell bad. which sucks. needless to say, i’m SUPER excited about moving to my OWN apartment where i can WASH my shoes as OFTEN as they need them. which, in a perfect world, would be every single time i wear them. haha.
but i hear ya, and yeah. that SUCKS. slightly embarrassing, but really? what do you do? i don’t know. just deal with it, i guess. and always have the windows open. haha.
HA! I want to come hang out with you and your husband becuase I think we all have a very similar sense of humor. I have shoes that are the same way and it breaks my heart to throw the shoes away but eventually it has to be done. And yes, I’ve always washed my feet before company comes over or I go somewhere. Truth be told in summer, if I’m at home or at a friends house, I’m usually barefoot, even on the deck and outside.
I flew back from my vacation in Taiwan about a week ago, and had to go through security in L.A. airport…. which meant removing my shoes. I’d been wearing tennis shoes for literally an entire day up to that point. Didn’t remove them on the plane or beforehand. So when I took them off to put them up on the security belt, they wreaked so bad that these junior high-aged girls behind me were giggling and going, “Oh my gosh, whose shoes are those?!” And it was quite obvious that they were mine. I was a little embarrassed, but I also thought it was funny as heck. They were looking at me confused because I didn’t look like a dirty person…. but I sure smelled like one!
I have this same problem with flats – and I love to wear flats!
Towards the end of my pregnancy last year, I had to go in for some exam or other, which means I had to take off my shoes. Only, my feet were so swollen that the only shoes I could wear were these furry-lined clogs that smelled insanely terrible. I had to excuse myself so I could go wash my feet in the bathroom sink before I would take those things off!
Oh, I think I would just die if people could smell my feet stank. I wash my feet very often in the summer. My sandals always get so rank — it just seems to be the nature of shoes, especially ones I don’t wear socks with. I almost always end up tossing them after a summer. Blech.
My hubby and I LOVE Ticket to Ride European edition, we actually brought it on our honeymoon with us! Also, I live in flats, and thank you to my mother, I have the same sweaty feet she has, which means my feet and shoes smell. *sigh, we have game night tonight, and I’m wearing my flats today. I WILL remember to wash my feet tonight when I get home.