Uh Oh, I'm Getting Happy Feet

This is how I'm feeling today. I'm feeling very Steve Martin-ish, circa the 1970s. My feet are so happy, it's silly. Despite all their various issues, what with the heel spur and the plantar this-and-that, my feet are giddy. My feet just took me up and down the hall, up and down the stairs, and I've yet to reach for the Advil. Why are my feet so happy? Along with the rest of me? Well, let me think about that for a half a second. We just nominated a woman for Prezzy of the USA. This is a big eff'n deal, peeps. If that's not a super historical reason for happy feet, what is?