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One of the bonuses I got from the Home Party Expo yesterday was a free sample of a peppermint foot soak and peppermint foot lotion from the Body Shop at Home girls. I hadn't intended to use it, but around 9:30 my aching feet saw the little sample jars and spurred me to fill a dish pan with hot water while I sorted through the dozens of recordings that Brainy Boy has programmed on to our new DVR (which we are getting for a 3 month free trial and we are loving it, I might add). No doubt we'll be paying the extra $5 a month for that come January 2007 since we'll be hooked by then. But back to the subject--my feet felt totally cool and refreshed as I headed off to bed, and HyperDog's breath smelled the same as when she chews through Hero Guy's pants pocket to scavenge his Polar Ice gum. Apparently the peppermint foot soak tastes as good as it feels. But you'll have to ask her about that since sipping foot soak water is her department.

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Mary Ellen said…
Thanks a lot, now MY feet are aching for one of those, wonder if Rick is in the mood to give a foot rub....
Anonymous said…
Just the mention of feet being pampered sends me over the edge, ahhhhhh.

Debbie
Anonymous said…
I have a DVR and I love it! I don't know how I have ever lived without one! - Jenn Jones
Anonymous said…
I've used their products off and on for years and recently purchased their Bergamot body wash, which smells wonderful. My hubby (the great white hunter) had a fit when he saw that they support PETA and that they recently received some animal rights award thingy.

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