VooDoo Toes

Lightening flashes.  Thunder rolls.  The fat Running God flexes his knuckles.

“What is it Chubs?” another God trigger zips his velour track jacket and scratches a festering itch under his sweatband.  Mop top curls sprout out around the sides, but his just-waxed halo reflects back in his growing bald spot.

“That one,” Chubs points back to the swirling ball in the center of their table of running universe, “You know, HER.”

“Well, she certainly got our attention when she bought those sun-dimming pink shoes, but I wouldn’t dock her for that.”

“True,” Chubs pats his belly and opens his third Cliff Bar, “but she is running well again.  I think she said, Better than ever.“

Slim gasps, “She said that!  Time to pull a hamstring?  Stress fracture?  Infected spider bite?”

“Nah,” Chubs cracks his knuckles and runners in Iowa hear thunder.  He pulls his little finger and they see lightning.  “Let’s send the flu back.  She got the message last time.”

MEANWHILE DOWN ON EARTH

“Lach you want a juice?”

A head shakes.

“A snack bar?”

Shake shake.

“A lollipop?”  No answer.  AHMUYGAWD.  Here comes the puke.  We are back to bleaching, washing, and praying.  “Please flu, go away.  Please flu, fly away.  Please flu, screw off.  Shoo Shoo flu, don’t bother me.”

A sacrifice.  Quick, baby girl bring the pink shoes!  Ahhhh, no I can’t do it.  They are too perfectly pink.  I know we shall make VooDoo Toes.

VOODOO TOES

One bottle witch hazel

One bottle tea tree oil

Mix witch hazel and tea tree oil in a spray bottle.  Mist tired, sore runner’s feet.  Ahhhh, that feels so good.  Smells good too.

How did that stop the flu?  It did not, but my feet feel divine.

~ by drea on September 25, 2009.