My name is Aris. Aris is pronounced (heiress) and I'm not sure what the meaning is. Several years ago, when I was asked what my name meant, I replied that Aris was a Greek Sexx Goddess (what can I say I'm a romance writer). Unfortunately, my husband happened to be near, he looked over at me, rolled his eyes, and said very loudly "I wish". I've moved on to another story, which happens to be true. I was born in the seventies to a pair of hippies, real hippies. Having said that, I think I got off lucky with the name Aris. It could have been much worse, Fruit Stand or something like that. So, Aris it is.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Gross & Disgusting!!

These are my outdoor shoes that I workout in. A little dirty but comfy and they get the job done.
After a long workout, a trip to the market and the post office I came home. At the front door I slip out of my shoes and notice something slightly brown on the heel.
 
Upon further inspection I am horrified when I realize that it looks like a corpse of some sort.  Finding a handy-dandy stick—because there is no way I’m touching it—I pry out what looks to be a dead frog.
I believe it was all cozy in my shoe when I jammed my foot in it and took off for my workout…I won’t show you what my sock looked like…but let me tell you I tugged it off my foot and threw it across the yard in record time. I’m completely bothered by the fact that I didn’t feel a thing when it first happened or even throughout the day.
I am now freaked out and heading to the shoe store for a new pair of shoes.
 
~type you soon~
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