I stand on my feet a lot. Mostly in hard-heeled cowboy boots or black combat boots. And on solid concrete, too. Eight hours a day, five days a week, and I'm supposed to remain smiling. Ouch.
You can imagine that I was delighted to hear from one of my customers that a foot massage parlor opened up the street from Momo -- just $29 for hour long relief. Yes, a stroll away and I could find myself in heaven, some strong-handed person rubbing away my foot woes. One day I'll treat myself, I promised. Read more »