Bad shoes of the rain
Last night Dan and I thought it would be better to walk up to Videoland (about ~2 miles there) rather than drive. As soon as we started off, it was lightning. I told Dan we should turn back while we were still close to the apartment, but he said it was "heat lightning." Yeah, well, long story short we ended up getting drenched by "heat lightning" a mile into our trip. No big deal there, really.
What was a problem was my shoes. They're old and dependable. Wait. I think they lost the dependability thing last night. The back of feet, where my Achille's tendon would be located, was sore and stinging when we got the Videoland. So we pick out a few movies, me looking oh-so styling in a drenched white shirt showing off my bright pink sports bra underneath, and head off. We got outside, and I decided to readjust my shoes to lessen the ouchness.
Oopsy. My shoes decided to fangoriously devour the backside of my heels. It was great. I ended up calling Lynn for a ride hom. "Lynn? My shoes are eating my feet, making them a bloodly mess. Will you pick me up?" And yay, she did.
So now I sport fashionable Star Wars band-aids. Rawr!
What was a problem was my shoes. They're old and dependable. Wait. I think they lost the dependability thing last night. The back of feet, where my Achille's tendon would be located, was sore and stinging when we got the Videoland. So we pick out a few movies, me looking oh-so styling in a drenched white shirt showing off my bright pink sports bra underneath, and head off. We got outside, and I decided to readjust my shoes to lessen the ouchness.
Oopsy. My shoes decided to fangoriously devour the backside of my heels. It was great. I ended up calling Lynn for a ride hom. "Lynn? My shoes are eating my feet, making them a bloodly mess. Will you pick me up?" And yay, she did.
So now I sport fashionable Star Wars band-aids. Rawr!