My brother is getting married in a few weeks.
Mostly we’re thrilled that he’s found such an amazing person to share his life with.
I’m pretty sure my dad is thrilled that he’s marrying a girl.
He’s 42. We were starting to wonder.
I got these shoes to wear to the wedding:
I thought it might be wise to give these hotties a test drive, as I have been known to . . .um. . . . fall off my shoes.
So I wore them this week.
I walked. I twirled. I swung my feet in the air to show people my cute new shoes.
I felt so sexy.
I felt so TALL.
I felt such pain.
In my toes.
Those beautiful shoes rub against my big toes.
By noon, I switched to flats.
The flats hurt because of the giant throbbing blister on each big toe.
I would drive through the pain, but agony takes some of the sass out of your walk, ya know?
But my toes are better today.
So this weekend I am buying some of those shoe insets that will keep me from sliding forward so much.
And I’m gonna try again on Monday.
Because those shoes are worth it.
And I am NO QUITTER!