Biscuit feet

And lo, the swelling is bad. So bad, in fact that my once svelte ankles now have full-fledged rolls.

My lower legs, ankles and feet look like someone popped open a tube of Grands biscuits and the flesh (rather than the heart-clogging artery-restricting raw dough) is billowing up over the edges of my shoes.

Somehow, I have the distinct feeling that if I take my shoes off, they will make that same "pop" sound that the biscuit/cinnamon roll tube makes when you open it.

I've had my feet up all day, and been drinking copious amounts of water - but it's still not helping.

Oh. And I may be crowned a true suburbanite tonight. We're going to possibly purchase a new Saab 9-3 Aero Sport Wagon tonight. It's got a navigation system, XM radio, 2.8-liter 6-cylinder turbocharged engine with 250 hp and 258 lb. ft. of torque, 5-spoke alloy wheels, all-season tires aerodynamic headlamps, xenon projector beam, lowered sport-tuned chassis, a power moonroof, premium audio system with 300W and 10 speakers, 6-disc in-dash CD changer, metallic trim, leather-appointed sport seats, leather-trimmed Aero sport steering wheel with aluminum accents, 8-way power dual front seats, rear parking assist, touring package with Xenon headlights and rain sensing windshield wipers.

There's either a $5,500 rebate or a 0% interest for 5 years financing deal right now, and I crunched the numbers and the cash rebate will actually benefit us more than the 0% financing if we go through our own bank.

Granted, it will be Patrick's car - and not mine, as I flatly refused to drive a wagon... but part of me is immensely jealous that it's going to be his.

We're not sure if we're going to trade either of our cars (as my dad may be buying Patrick's Civic SI).