"Well, it's tough to have a crush, who ever knew such hullabaloo."

I'm back from the podiatrist's office! First, the good news: I didn't get lost on my way there (close call, though), and my feet are fine! Later this year I can go back and get the toes equivalent of dental braces, but it's up to me. So yay!

The not-bad-but-very-embarassing news, the podiatrist wasn't a middle-aged man like I thought, but a very young, hot guy, who spoke in a sexy soft voice a-la John Reese, and my brain lost connection to the server multiple times. As in, I giggled, I babbled, I kinda tuned out a couple of times. I do hope he wasn't saying anything vital, he had to repeat the braces thing twice before I nodded in response. Think Jane Foster giggling when Thor kisses her hand. So embarassing.

And in the waiting room they had a security camera, and when I walked in, after greeting the other patients, I turned and smiled to it too because Person of Interest has obviously fried my brain.

And now I'll have icecream for lunch and complain loudly about stupid sexy men hiding in the most unexpected places! *adele playing in the background*