"The voters have spoken, the bastards."

Yesterday I picked up a new tin of Body Shop "body butter", nut-flavored; it seems to do well on my cracked heel skin, at least when I remember to apply it regularly (which I'm making an effort at right now). They have several kinds, all with different significant ingredients and for different skin dryness. I get the nut one because it's not _too_ greasy-feeling (though it's for "dry skin"), and I like the scent in small doses. Not that I tend to notice my foot scent, but anyways.

So I was sitting on the bed this morning applying it, with the open tin next to me. Mage hopped up on the bed for scritchies, moved towards me, looked down at the tin...and attempted to cover it up.