There’s nothing wrong with your memory, Mark.
Well East Coast feet are hip, I really dig those shoes they wear…
The Midwest farmers’ daughters show cute toes inside their shoes…
And the Southern boys with the way they walk
They knock me out when I’m down there…
This is great. And I didn’t realize how much I miss that rug. : )
Nice memory photos, but they raise a question. What would you call a group or gathering of four or more feet? Some possibilities might include … a fleet of feet, a focus of feet, a pod of feet, a flaunt of feet … or one that Mark might love a flamboyance of feet. Got any suggestions?
I believe that, technically, it’s known as a stink of feet. And, as an extra, I’ll throw in that one or more hands is called a grope of hands.
(giggles) a gentleman would never suggest one like that.when a ladis feet are present
Thank You!
(From the ‘lady’ who’s feet were present.)
The pleasure is all mine my lady. Notice I spelled lady correctly this time. Drat, I hate this minuscule type in the message boxes.
Anyway it appears I have been outnumbered in the stink of feet debate. I still think a flamboyance of feet is more appropriate when you consider the personalities of the feet involved.
I’m throwing my vote in with you, that way it’s tied.
(And you’ll notice that they who vote for stink don’t have their feet pictured. Maybe they’re speaking from personal experience. hehe)
Oops, that was me.
I know, for some reason LJ has been logging people out a lot today. Anyway I agree, if your feet aren’t in the group you shouldn’t have a say in the group naming rights. That leaves it up to Mark and Tim. Vote Flamboyance Of Feet!
“Stink of feet” is perfect.
Hi Becky, I’m a friend of Todd’s in Australia and I like reading your journal. Can I add you as a friend? Mine’s super boring tho… Michelle.
Of course, Michelle, and welcome. =)
Thanks – you guys always sound as if you’re having a big party over there. 🙂
**Makes note not to wear my sandals around Becky.
Okay, the Southern feet are Mark’s, the Midwestern feet are Lisa’s and the East coast feet are David’s??
No, I’ll always consider Tim East Coast chic no matter how many years he’s in Texas, just as I’ll always be a Southerner who happens to live in Texas.
I considered them being Tim’s, but took the safe choice.
The safe choice is always best, just not in the case.
The Safety Dance is good, too.
what is the Safety Dance?
Of course, I WOULD pick the one version on YouTube that didn’t tell you that this is “Safety Dance” from Men Without Hats in the early 1980s.
Wow, that video was from the golden age of music videos when each one was a mini-movie. Whatever happened to Ivan and the other Men Without Hats?
LOL
Did you end up getting new shoes, Tim, since those ripped? I remember noticing that you had on black(?) tennis shoes in New York. (Not to say that you can’t have more than one pair of tennis shoes, of course.)
Since he never answered this, I don’t think, I will. They didn’t have any more of the very cool “Red” shoes in his size, so that’s when he got the black ones.
I wonder where I was when you took all these shoe pictures. Were David and I passed out? Was it when I turned away, watching the mouse run to and fro from the dining room? Was it when we were thinking of stealing that wonderful crystal piece from the chandelier?
As I tweak my memory, I recall that Thursday night was the Great Chandelier Heist Planning Party, with you, David, Tim, me, and later, Mark.
Friday night was Night of 1000 Prom Kids with Lisa, Mark, Tim, and me. This was also Shoe Night, when you and David were sleeping off your hangovers in separate rooms. Though how YOU ever slept through the noise of Bourbon Street mystifies me.
Saturday Night was the Great Mouse Attack, soon followed by Du Monde & Dash, with you, David, Mark, Lisa, Marika, Tim, and me. (Du Monde & Dash sounds like a title Marika should consider for her non-fiction book about the wonders of moving to New Orleans.)
Sunday night, you and David had flown away, so you missed Poolside Authors, Return to Clover Grill, and Get Lisa Thrown in Photographers’ Jail–that was Lisa (obviously), Mark, Marika, Tim, and me.
Considering all the other stuff you, David, and Lisa did in NOLA, it’s hard to believe we actually managed to fit in Saints and Sinners panels and parties, isn’t it?
Whew. It just doesn’t seem like there was enough time, but there was.
Next year, I will be staying until Monday, instead of flying home Sunday.
I hated missing the Poolside Authors, too.
Ahhhhh!!!!
Once again, I have to say THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!!
Now I’m going to have to go back and look at pictures again.