My foot is no better today than yesterday. This is highly irritating to me. I fully expected to go to bed and wake up with a pain-free, size 8 foot. If I can drop 20 clothing sizes, (I was a 26 at my highest) why can’t I drop a measly 3 shoe sizes? SOMEONE GET ME A FILE!! Fashion is pain. Or more truthfully, convenience is pain. Ever try to find cute, size 11s? They cost a fortune and are few and far between.
I understand why Britney Spears walked into that gas station bathroom barefoot. I am pretty sure that would make my feet vomit, though. At least wrap your feet in a protective layer of duct tape. I am willing to bet you have a roll in your trunk.
Now I am on orders to stay off of my foot until they know exactly what’s going on. I have crazy ADHD and a bit of the OCD and this is going to irritate the hell out of me. All I can do is watch the “Today Show” and wait for the extra tall Savannah Guthrie (soul sister)and David Gregory sit across from each other and wonder who is getting kicked in the nuts/ladybits first. My bets are on Guthrie. Sorry, Mr Gregory, she’s wearing pointy toe heels. You should’ve worn a protective nutcup.
At least I have time to work on that manifesto I’ve been meaning to write…
Bourgeois and Presbyterians
I CAN blog! I can post recipes! I can insert gratuitous pictures of my kids!!
Onto a recipe.
Stuffed Blue Balls