MULES
I hate these fucking things. I'm talking about the shoe here - the closed-toed, open-backed monstrosity that is THE MULE. Do you hate them too? If you don't, you probably have never tried walking down stairs while wearing a pair. Or, really, doing any type of movement that involves lifting either of your feet off the ground. On my way home this evening, I saw a woman clomping down the street in a pair of mules, struggling with them as everybody does because they are RIDICULOUS, and I just thought, you know what? Those things shouldn't exist. I don't care how cute they are, it wouldn't hurt to chuck a little strap on them and turn them into slingbacks.
END RANT.
Tonight I am on my own so I got Indian food. I only ever get it when C is out because he's not a fan. The butter chicken I got is a little too spicy for my delicate tastebuds, but it's still delicious and I'm still going to eat all of it and spend the rest of the night dying of fullness. Anyway it offsets the annoyance of other people's irritating footwear.
END RANT.
Tonight I am on my own so I got Indian food. I only ever get it when C is out because he's not a fan. The butter chicken I got is a little too spicy for my delicate tastebuds, but it's still delicious and I'm still going to eat all of it and spend the rest of the night dying of fullness. Anyway it offsets the annoyance of other people's irritating footwear.