I suffer from near-terminal cold feet. That’s why this Christmas gift is my favorite.
Big, purple feet make me feel like a muppet, though.
If I were going to be a muppet on purpose, I think I’d rather be Statler or Waldorf. You know, the cranky guys in the balcony.
I’m almost there, except I’m not a puppet or a guy, or quite that old. I’m not even in a balcony. The cranky I have down pat.
