Jul 04, 2007 09:42
Dear Feet,
I'm sorry I wore flip-flops for those three miles of walking. But we had some good times. Remember? Fireworks? Burritos? Margaritas? Can't we just get past this whole three-mile-walk thing?
I've learned my lesson. Now please, stop being blistered and intensely painful. Please? I'll take you to the Pacific Northwest with me if you promise to stop hurting. Otherwise, you're staying here.
Love,
The Rest of the Body That You Belong To