Foot Fetish
I decided that it would be much more fun to leave the house occassionally in order to give shoe tours instead of to tutor disadvadvantaged young adults. I'm selfish, a little mercenary in my "skills aquisition," and shamelessly looking for an opportunity to dress up if not go barefoot.
I'm now busy on Tuesday nights. Weehee, I have a life.
And the museum is cool...heh heh heh, a docent!
P.S. Toronto is more welcoming and the apartment is becoming usable. Stuff got put away, and the rest...
Well, B fell on it all by himself. Luckily, he was tougher than the stuff was and while he will recover from his wounds, the stuff is kicked to the curb.
Actually, I'm not tough enough to kick it, so it's getting dragged to the trash pick-up as soon as I'm tired of looking at it while it tries to push over the fence.
P.P.S. My husband is so tough, in fact, that when he did a pull-up he pulled down the house. We both have too much gravity. We must never live in a tall building.