Oh my wee feet. How you cause me to suffer. You are cantankerous and difficult to please. Slippers offer no support, and boots of any kind cause you to react in horror and inflame. Flats or sandals, it makes no difference to you. Admittedly, you are what keeps me from toppling onto my face. In my selfishness, I would ask that you do not cause me overwhelming pain at the sight of new shoes. I petition you thus; allow me to wear Converses without repercussion and I will not submit you to Alexander McQueen's torturous heels, whose prodigious heights would cause even Imelda Marcos to wince.
In the interim, I will partake in a shoe-less activity.... Banana bread.
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Feeeeeeeetsessssssss...
ReplyDeletePS - I'll shovel your walkway for banada bread. Just throwin it out there.
ReplyDeletesnow is melting... which means banana bread is all mine!!!
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