The joys of aging (I finally found one thing!): We were watching TV and Mike asked me if I wanted a foot rub. Not wanting to put him to the trouble, I said, “That’s okay … thank you though.” He started rubbing my feet. Well, I certainly wasn’t going to stop him … it felt fantastic … and I mused over how sweet he was to proceed anyway. After a bit I realized that he probably hadn’t heard me!
Daria Doering 
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