Sandals & Bandaids

Is there anything sexier??? I slowly turned into one of those girls you laugh at. You know, the ones wearing the incredibly cute, horribly uncomfortable looking shoes hobbling down the sidewalk. They are trying so hard to float along and instead they are stumbling along with a painful grin on their face. We've all seen them. Today, that was me.

A beautifully warm sunny day in Seattle calls for a walk. Especially if you're cooped up in an office all day. ESPECIALLY if it's Friday, in the 80's, and you're dying to go home, but can't.

So I decided I'd walk around the block a few times and get some fresh air. Ahhhh, car exhaust and iced coffee. Does life get any better? So I'm walking. And walking. And suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my left foot. I was in such bliss I failed to notice my shoes were rubbing holes in my feet. I looked down and BOTH feet had holes rubbed in them. Painful holes. I realized this as I was at the farthest point from my building on that block. Nice lady in the Jag with the windows up and a/c on....wouldn't you like to give a sweaty lady with bloody feet a ride? No? Didn't think so.

So I trudged back. Slowly. With my feet hanging out the back of my very cute sandals. I was one of those.

And bandaids & sandals? Not so cute or sexy.