Happy Feets

Today I am trying Grabber Foot Warmers inside my boots. They are trowel-shaped, single-use warming packets that you stick on your socks before putting your foot in the boot. I bought them online and paid $40 for 40 pairs, but I see now I could have gotten them for much less if I'd done some comparison shopping. This purchase was the more economical alternative to the electric socks I was considering. But reading customer reviews of the socks, only the most expensive ones actually work, and I'm not paying $129 for a pair of socks, nor going to the laundrymat every night to wash one pair of socks. So the foot-warming inserts are getting a try. I also gave 10 pairs to beowabbit to try.

Do they work? Well, yes. I can feel the heat they're generating and my feet didn't go numb as they usually do while walking to work in winter. Granted, today is cold and wet, but it isn't freezing. The real test would have been to try them this past Monday when it was so bitter. I will, of course, have other opportunities to do that.

They're quite easy to use. You just peel the paper off and stick them on your socks near the toes. The instructions said you could put them either on top of or under your toes, and I chose on top, since not having anything extra to step on is always preferred. They definitely kept the tops of my feet warm, but at times I could feel the cold of the ground through the soles of my boots, so the heat distribution was off somewhat. I'll try putting them under my toes next time, since heat rises (or so they say). I think for optimal warmth in deep cold, one could wear two pairs and cover both top and bottom.

Well, I hope your day is better for knowing the state of my feet this morning. :-)

Up To No Good, In My Mind

Sometimes I want to make a dedicated humor blog about Cafe Horrible. Not a day goes by that there isn't something entertainingly awful on proud display. I'm inspired by hilarious blogs like Cake Wrecks, and this could be like it. I could make people laugh featuring all of Cafe Horrible's classics that I've given my own names to, like the custom-orderable Holiday Poop Tart, the Cup-O-Pie, the Salad Bar Leftover Soup, and Mummified Pizza. Readers from all over could send in horrors from their own local iteration of Cafe Horrible, too, and I'd feature the best ones.

Problem is, something like this can't fly without photos. My Blackberry doesn't have a camera, so I'd have to use my digital camera, which throws all stealth out the window. I don't think they'd stand for someone photographing their food. I might steal its soul.

The other problem is that it's mean, and I'm not a mean person, in general. As long as I never revealed CH's real name or location, I doubt I could get in trouble, but I'd feel kind of bad if an employee or owner stumbled across it and recognized their own food. Sigh.