You just had to bring up cookies. Darn it, now where's that last brownie? Shhh... don't tell I ate the last one, I'll never hear the end of it!
Hmm... hobbit feet... might just be the way to go. Give it a year and my soles ought to develop some healthy callouses.
You know, I remember my old Comparative Religions teacher wore huarache sandals with brightly colored socks to class, summer or winter. The man was always mellow and content, no matter what. And it never even occured to me to ask him whether the reason was his feet. That's okay, at least now I know his secret.
Happy
In
Peaceful
Perfection
Including
Existential
Shoelessness