ANyway, I survived and enjoyed the church retreat.
Up way too late, laughed too hard, prayed hard enough, and raced back Saturday afternoon for a night of torture.
What? Torture?
Yes.
Evidence below:
Oh sure, they *look cute.
But look at the height of the heel:
Torture, I tell ya.
We went to the Mayor's Ball last night to mingle with the muckety-mucks. Our esteemed Mayor announced he was running for re-election yesterday.
That's all well and good. But,
My feet were ScReAmInG by the end of the night.
Today, it's back to flats.
4 comments:
I feel your pain, sister! Isn't it so funny how just a few hours on the balls of your feet will make you plead for mercy?!
Makes me thankful to be nearly 5 foot 10. I never wear heels!
Don't be a wimp. I haven't felt my feet since 1998.
I love those shoes.
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