I know I’ve mentioned my love of fabulous shoes. Actually, I’m a slave to great shoes. But it’s voluntary servitude. It won’t be required for another few months. (Why yes, I did just slip in a snide comment about Obama there.)
And the lovely green tape peeking through. Apparently, I broke my toe last night. This is not exactly an unusual occurrence for me. The unusual part is that I don’t have a clue how I did it. I must have kicked something on the way to bed last night. Either that, or I’m kicking Michael in his sleep really hard.
Any unexplained bruises this morning dear?
All I really know is that every time the covers brushed across my left foot, pain shot up my leg. This morning, it was misshapen and swollen. Once I put weight on it, it turned colors. Maybe I could write a musical: Jennifer and Her Toe of Many Colors. I’ll cast an Osmond. Now that I look at the picture, I realize the entire foot is swollen. So. Very. Attractive.
No, I have not gone to the doctor. I went to a doctor for a broken toe many years ago, and he just taped it to the next one. You know what? I have tape, and it’s in such a fetching color. I bet Mr. I-have-a-lot-of-letters-after-my-name-and-so-I’m-better-than-you doesn’t have tape in AstroTurf green. Besides, I’m just getting used to the idea of not being able to get an appointment anyway. (Yep, I did it again.)
And did I dig to the nether regions of my closet for sensible shoes? Oh hell no! Maybe now Mr. Giver-of-Crocs will take pity on me. Don’t you see what I will do to make sure my feet are outfitted in style? I could have totally rocked a pair of these today
But I’m still holding out for the purple boots.
Ha! Ha! Ha! You only thought I would grow tired of the shameless linking.