I'm Hooked

Tummy suggested that I buy a Ped Egg for my yucky callous (heels have not been kind to my feet this spring. Perhaps 3" is too high for work?). I happened to mention said product at a family thing this week and two people there both insisted that I needed to try it. I left the party and went straight to Walgreens to find one. Lo, there it was on an end cap beckoning me. I had to buy it.

I expected to either gash myself and bleed all over the place or not be able to tell a difference. I was wrong on both counts. My feet are MUCH smoother and the gross tough places are much less noticeable. For some weird reason, I take much pleasure in emptying the egg and seeing all the funky dead skin that has come off the bottom of my foot--sort of like using those Biore strips.

If you haven't already, go buy a Ped Egg. Your feet will thank you.

P.S. Jay thought I had bought a Pet Egg. He couldn't figure out what all the fuss was. Sam, on the hand, saw it and immediately knew it was a Ped Egg and that it was for scraping the dead skin off your feet AND that it was so gentle, you can rub it against a ballon and it won't pop. My little TV geek.