Sexy Foot Eating

For those who didn't join our Twitter Oscar party (basically we would comment on each and every development that unfolded on our screens at home so everyone could see - fun conversations!), I said, after the millionth Slumdog Millionaire win, that if they won something again, I'd eat my foot.

Long story short, they won two more.

But I'm still only eating one foot.
So, funny story. I asked my mom to take the picture. I was planning on making a foot sandwich, complete with bread, mayo, salad, etc, all 'clothing' my foot, so to speak.

Try telling your mom this.

Mrs. Steph's Mom: WHAT? HELLLLLLLLLLLLLL NO.

Steph: But Mom, the blog people will like it way more than me just biting my foot. That is not the Steph Special!

Mrs. Steph's Mom: We are not wasting food dressing your foot! Have you lost your mind?

Mrs. Steph's Mom's Mom (grandma): You want to cater your foot? That is a waste of food. Have I told you about World War II in Greece when my entire family was starving and we'd eat an orange for lunch and the peel for dinner? Then my father, who was a philosopher in Greece, decided he didn't want to live through another war - mind you, he was in WWI ---

[Steph and Mrs. Steph's Mom stare at Mrs. Steph's Mom's Mom. While this story is sad and we are all very aware of world hunger in my family and are never wasteful, etc, it was not the Point at the time.]

Mrs. Steph's Mom: You heard her.

Steph: But I'd eat the thing afterwards. It's my foot. I have no shame.

[Pretend you don't know how disgusting that is. I do. That is the sacrifice I am willing to make for You.]

Mrs. Steph's Mom: Honey, I am giving you two seconds to get on that bed and take a tasteful picture biting your foot. That is it.

Steph: Well, maybe tasteful but not tasty...

Mrs. Steph's Mom: GET.

Yeah, that was awesome. Bloopers:

Fin.