Friday, July 17, 2009
God Shuffled His Feet . . .
And then went and put something decent on them and then on THAT day, gave this directive.
If you could see me now, you'd see me doing a happy dance. In heels. In my running shoes. Heck, in my slippers. In anything but the most gad awful ugly ass things to ever grace a human foot. No more. Now, if only we could do something about sweats and capris. One day at a time, one day at a time.