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Thong of the Day

I know, I really need to stop with the thongs. But Melissa says I should skip those dreary Quote of the Day posts and try doing thongs of the day instead. This sounded like a wonderfully innovative idea to me, and it made me laugh, so why not.

But actually, it's kind of hard to find pictures of thongs on the internet that don't have a woman's ass attached to them. I'm all for freedom of expression, even if it includes a naked ass or two, but I'm trying to run a family kind of blog here.

Oh, wait, no I'm not! Sorry, got confused there for a minute. Well, let's just say that since my audience here is mostly women, I didn't think anyone would really appreciate having yet another reminder that Victoria's Secret models have airbrushed-to-perfection butts.

I could post a guy in a thong, but that just seems so...I don't know. So tawdry? So gay porn?

Here's about as racy as I'm going to get with the photo posting. Behold, me in a thong:

Ha! Fooled you, didn't I? Yes, that's my foot. No, that's not dirt on my toe, it's sand. Why is my foot decorated with shells, you ask? I don't know. Why did I take a picture of it? You ask too many questions.


At 8:10 AM, Anonymous Cindy Procter-King said...

Are you waiting for an aardvark to come nibble your toes? Do aardvarks even like eating rocks? Those are really cute sandals, by the way.

I can't wear thong sandals. As cute as they are (and I do have a cute pair I was tricked into buying this summer) they really REALLY bug that space between my big and index (?) toe. It's like having a piece of popcorn stuck in your teeth.


At 8:52 AM, Blogger jamiesobrato said...

Those are shells, not rocks, you weirdo! Do aardvarks live on the beach? No!

I was going for a look, okay? Maybe the look didn't work, but hey, at least I tried, unlike some people who can't even make a few foot discomfort sacrifices for the sake of fashion.

Well, they're actually the most comfortable shoes for me. I had a shocking realization recently that 75% of my shoes are actually thong sandals.

And thank you--everyone loves these sandals. Even the pilot on the last plane ride I took this summer. Weird. Why was he looking at my shoes? Maybe because they're just THAT sparkly.

At 9:34 AM, Anonymous Cindy Procter-King said...

I think he was looking at your shoes because HE'S a weirdo.


At 12:16 PM, Blogger jamiesobrato said...

Oh, sure, try to distract from your own weirdness by accusing other people of your affliction!

At 12:22 PM, Anonymous melissa said...

Forget the shoes--I'm just jealous of the beach you're standing on!!

But I do agree, the foot photo is more appealing than that of an airbrushed butt in the sand.

At 12:41 PM, Anonymous Theresa said...

The pilot was flirting with you! Either that or he had a foot fetish. As far as fetishes go, a foot fetish is a good one for a man to have-- lot's of foot massages. And that's all I'm going to say about that!

Like the thongs by the way. They are also my preferred style of shoe. I am going to need a new wardrobe of thong's next summer since mine are worn out from constant wearing. The only downside is that there is no barrier between your foot and the shoe of your two-year-old when they step on your feet. Oh the sacrifices we make in the name of fashion.

At 1:36 PM, Anonymous Cindy Procter-King said...

I agree with Theresa. The pilot was thinking of your popsicle toes. And I would NEVER try to detract from my weirdness! I embrace it.


At 3:56 PM, Blogger jamiesobrato said...

LOL, I do think foot fetishes can be a GOOD thing, Theresa, you're right!

And yes, major ouch on the constant stomping our feet get. But I like to be as close to barefoot as possible, in spite of the dangers. It's the Kentucky girl in me, I guess. :-)

At 3:57 PM, Blogger jamiesobrato said...

Melissa, the beach was cold and foggy. Does that help? Well I actually love cold foggy beaches, but also warm sunny ones. Pretty much any beach!

At 3:58 PM, Blogger jamiesobrato said...

Popsicle toes, Cindy? That's a new one on me. But actually, it does sound kind of hot...

At 4:33 PM, Anonymous Cindy Procter-King said...

It's from an old song called "Popsicle Toes" from the album, The Art of Tea, by Michael Blankety (as in I can't remember his last name). It's a great album - and you'll never think of feet the same way again.


At 4:38 PM, Anonymous Cindy Procter-King said...

Okay, I just checked Amazon. His name is Michael Franks, and you can check out/hear part of the song on Amazon.

Michael Franks, The Art of Tea. It says the CD is from 1990, but the song is way older than that. I first listened to it in 1977! It's a very soft jazzy pop.

The Amazon blippy doesn't do it justice. It ends right when the song gets into, "You're so brave to expose all your Popsicle toes." And then he starts singing about what he wants to do them. It's actually romantic, not weird like it sounds. "We're going to see-saw until we unthaw your Popsicle toes."

One of my fav songs of all time, I guess it's obvious!


At 8:27 PM, Blogger jamiesobrato said...

I'm just dying to hear what qualifies as "one of Cindy's favorite songs" but I couldn't get the volume on my computer to come back on to listen to it. :-(

At 10:58 PM, Anonymous Theresa said...

Any beach is a good beach. I lived in West Hollywood for awhile and went to the Santa Monica beach whenever possible. Complete heaven!

At 9:22 AM, Blogger Jamie said...

Ooh, West Hollywood. I might need to pick your brain for research info sometime, Theresa. Would you mind? I've got a proposal set in that area, but I'm not sure if it will ever sell.

At 11:50 PM, Anonymous Theresa said...

I only lived in West Hollywood for a year, but I could probably give you some good anecdotes.

Ever hear of a woman named Angeline? If you remember the opening credits of the TV show Moonlighting, there was a billboard of a very buxom blond woman, well that's Angeline. She lived in my apartment building and was kind of a local celebrity. She wasn't famous for doing anything, kind of like Paris Hilton. But she has billboards all over Hollywood with her picture and her name on them--and that's it, oh wait, she also drives a pink corvette.

Her schitck is that she's a real life barbie doll. She likes to put out the rumor that she has some old sugar daddy who supports her and buys all her billboards, but I never saw an old man. I think she's gotta be something like 60 now, a little scary close up.

But she's also hilarious. She always wears pink of some sort, wears platform heels, has a big bouffant hairdo and the biggest fake boobs I've ever seen. Quite the character.

West Hollywood is also known as boystown because of the rather large gay community. There's a bar on the corner of Larrabee (the street I lived on) and Santa Monica blvd. where the boys hang out--mesh shirts, dog collars and all. Yep, quite a colorful town.

At 11:56 AM, Blogger jamiesobrato said...

Hey, thanks for the descriptions Theresa! I might email you later if I have specific questions. I did not know about Angeline--the things I'm missing out on!

I can't see myself getting back to that proposal any earlier than January due to other deadlines.

At 9:37 AM, Anonymous Theresa said...

Hey Jamie, here's a link to Angelyne's website, I spelled her name incorrectly before, but I found it.

Remember, she's much older than she looks in the pictures, I think most of the photos are older anyway.

At 9:37 AM, Anonymous Theresa said...

Hmmmmmmmm, let me see if I can get the link to work properly.


At 9:38 AM, Anonymous Theresa said...

Still doesn't work, I wonder how you do that properly..........

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