The day Canessa and I got married, she told me she had cold feet. That worried me a little, and I made sure to keep my manly logger hands handy just in case her cold feet got too cold.
Well, in the years since, I have found that she always has cold feet ---- in the car, her feet are cubes of ice and mine are a sort of charcoal (yes - very hot). As I am about to comfortably fall asleep, I am often torn from my pre-dream pleasantries by those same cubes of ice (I mean her feet).
Today, she took matters into her own hands - or should I say sink!
Yes - Canessa decided the shower - the time-tested warmer of feet and hands - was too much work, and figured the sink would work just as well.
She doesn't get to claim "lack of creativity" anymore!
