The Happiest Day of My Life
Gentle reader, I beg your indulgence.
It’s been a big day for me. Second only to my wedding and the birth of my children. And maybe a few other really great days. But still, this one is a biggie:
Flip Flop Pergatory has officially ended.
I ran around in my little red flats and tried to solicit a soupcon of enthusiasm from one of the other three people in my house. But the testosterone kept getting in the way. Thus, I seek it here. Rejoice with me. The long winter of my convalescence has ended.
What is this nonsense, you might ask? If you haven’t yet figured it out, shoes are, shall we say… important… to me. Very important. However, I am not some Imelda with racks upon racks of Jimmy Choos…I am yet a sensible gal who does most of my shopping at Marshalls and DSW. But my shoes are not just footwear, they are friends. Friends from which I have been separated for the last 10 weeks. Separated by a strange and bizarre accident which left me with…a bit less. I’ll spare you the details. I have been unable to wear anything but flip flops for 10 weeks. TEN WHOLE WEEKS. That is a long, long time for someone who feels awkward wearing the same shoes two days in a row. (It’s like wearing the same shirt! You just don’t do it!)