This morning, May 12, 2005 my son, Jonathan came hurriedly upstairs looking for me. “Quick come down and see Dr. Phil! He has people with OCD on his program!” he shouted.
Several weeks ago, my husband began complaining that his “athletics’ foot” had flared up again. Even though I know that you do NOT have to be an athlete to get this malady, just the idea of him and athlete in the same sentence made me laugh. However if they were to ever rename it, “arm chair quarterback” foot, he is a champ!