So, today we have our departmental Christmas/Holiday thing at the Plaza III steakhouse.
Before you ask, I ordered the chicken. I have a weird smell thing with raw beef that you just don’t even want to get into.
In the spirit of the season, which I usually prefer to shun, I decided to wear these adorable new shoes which happen to have a bit of a heel.
I apparently forgot how I feel about high heels.
After the walk from my car to my yet-unnamed-mega-tax-preparation-company office, I decided I needed to find out who to blame for these instruments of torture.
Only Jeeves will know.
As I suspected, invented by a man … and historically worn by men as well as women! Hmm.. Now that’s a bit of news I could enjoy.
Still, the Scooby-Doo band-aid kinda ruins the pedicure.
I’ve decided to blame it on George W. Bush instead.
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