Feet of Strength

I'm not sure if we're supposed to be anonymous on this thing or not, but I don't really care. Just know that I am the very pretty other half of velvetcowboyblog. I, however, did not pick the painfully long name.
I'm not sure how frequently I'll post, so you can consider me an interim reporter who will typically defer to Neil for the daily posts. I am Ginger, aka OhShoot!

I've kept silent since Neil began this thing. Time and time again he has begged me to post, because really, I'm the funny half--he just bastardizes my jokes (except the unfunny ones--those are all his. Well, those and any references to Liza).

That said, I am ready to tell you why I'm posting today and not Neil.

You see, Neil is not well. Regarding his mental acuity, and overall awareness of reality, he is fine. However, the lower half of his lower half (medically speaking, his foot) is being replaced as we speak. Seems while somebody was vacationing in the Bahamas and running barefoot thru grocery store parking lots in Dallas, he broke the skin where some nasty little athlete's foot germs lived (Don't worry, Neil, I did NOT mention Lamisil OR nail fungus). The germs got mad, caused a ruckus, and swelled up his foot real good. Right now he's at the doctor having his foot replaced. Here's a play-by-play of the events surrounding Neil's foot.

Pre-vacation:




Post-vacation:




His hopes:




My hopes: