Sunday night, to celebrate the Tony Awards, I painted my toenails green. If you don't understand the reference, well, you just haven't seen enough Cabaret.
My toenails made me happy. Big smiles ensued.
And yesterday, anticipating a rough day, I wore cute little strappy shoes which showed off my happy feet to full advantage.
The only problem is, cute little strappy shoes are not so good for the walking.
I forgot I had a lunch date about 15 blocks away. When I realized that I did, I basically attempted to run the entire distance. In cute little strappy shoes.
I have blisters on both sides of both feet - big toes, and little toes. I have cuts around the back side of my ankles. I even have a blood blister on the bottom of one big toe.
It took me almost 30 minutes to hobble back to the office. I was one building away when I ran into my friend, Braba. Braba is the antithesis of the girly girl. Not that she doesn't appreciate a fine woman in a fine dress. But catch her in one? Never!
She took one look at me and asked, "What the **** is wrong with you?" I'm sure I looked like QuasiMoto. I explained the cute little strappy shoe issue.
"Then why the **** did you wear them, if you can't walk in them?"
"But... look how good my toenails look."
Do I even need to tell you the look I got?