There is something terrible wrong with a select few in my family. It wouldn't technically be considered a birth defect in the terms more clinical aspect. However, those of us who have to live with the day to day humiliation would say they need to add it. What I am referring to is the Flinstone Feet. Not sure what I mean by that? Take a stroll down memory lane (you tube) and find an old episode of one of Hannah Barbara's greatest hits The Flintones, and take a close look a Fred's feet. Cartoonish right? Huge ham hocks that in no way could resemble real life persons anatomy correct? Well I hate to have to admit it, but that simply isn't the case. My feet, and the feet of a few others in my family are more akin to bricks that a well articulated limb allowing for high level dexterity. "If you cut one of those monsters off I'd bet each would way at least 15 or 20 pounds," this was a sentence that was actually said to my face. Try living that life, a life void of flip flops or sandals, no beaches for me, I got tired of kids asking me what was up with the socks and sand castles. Alas it appears my unborn child is going to suffer the same fate.