Would You Massage This Man’s Feet?
Well, why not? They’re my feet, after all, and my wife won’t touch them either. 
I’m sitting in the garden of Kamala Gamble in Oklahoma City, working hard to bring you yet another fabulous story that will forever change your life and the lives of those you love.
Kamala is an extraordinary cook and an accomplished gardener, who uses many of the vegetables and fruits she grows in the dishes she fixes. She gardens using organic and sustainable agriculture methods and stresses that good soil produces healthy plants that are less susceptible to pests.
Look for her story in our Healthy Living section next August. We’ll feature some of her delicious recipes as well as her advice about growing tomatoes, peppers, eggplant, squash, beets, and lots of other stuff without using chemical pesticides and fertilizer.
Now how about that massage? Start with the little toe and make your way towards the big toe. As you do, please chant in a solemn and dignified manner:
“This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef…..”

Massage your feet? Would you pay me in tomatoes?
Something could be arranged with enough fresh tomatoes..
Apparently, there isn’t anything a woman won’t do for fresh tomatoes. Sorry, Nancy, but I can’t be bought. You should want to massage my feet out of deep compassion and profound respect.I’ll supply the disinfectant if it makes your decision easier.
You do not have 6 toes on each foot!
So can I assume that would reduce the length of the massage?
I just had to say whoever styled this shot, was an absolute genious! Nicely pedicured feet Steve. “It’s a good thing” this picture isn’t scratch and sniff…and um, no to answer your question. I won’t massage your feet, sorry.