After a big ole boot debate with my cousin last night (who insisted that prissy me couldn’t possible own a pair of Timberland boots), I had to pull mine out of my closet and show her. They’re at least five years old and after every winter I tussle with throwing them away thinking they may be going out of style. But I keep holding on year after year because, well, they’re cute and they’re comfortable.
When I showed her the shoe, she bent over laughing because it had a heel not unlike my other boots. I had to actually show her the little etching on the side to prove that, yes, I do wear Timberlands, heel or no heel.
Anyway, I had a point to this story…oh…boots!
Two to three weeks ago I received a pair of knee-high wedge heeled boots in the mail that I couldn’t comfortable zip up over my calf (that’s the first time I said that out loud). This morning, on a whim, I decided to try them on and they zipped right up. No struggle, no assistance.
(Mumble, mumble) pounds down now, though I honestly don’t intend this to be a weight loss blog. Skinny jeans with my Tims tonight.
But – the other good news came in my inbox. Four of seven of my super short-shorts are accepted, barring being cut by the publisher. I need that.
Anyone know why one ass cheek would be sore and not the other?!