Nebulous Mooch

I suffer from cold feet. Not the kind of cold feet you hear about people getting before a wedding, just plain old cold feet. My feet get so cold that in the winter if my bare foot touches my leg while I’m sleeping, I wake up from the shock of it. It’s like someone just stuck an ice cube on my leg.

I once heard someone say that if you have cold hands and feet you have a warm heart. Well my heart must be really warm. My heart must be burning up. Maybe I should try to stick my feet over my heart to warm them up.