I still love high heels.

Last night, I was talking to Terri on the phone and as I was folding some clothes in my quagmire of a room.

My shoes were laying out in a little pile. The pile included my black cute pointy high-heeled shoes that Rita C. loves so much. As I was putting some towels into a laundry basket, I lost my balance and stepped on my shoe, which rolled over under my weight.

So, in effect, my high-heel got fresh with the bottom of my foot.

ouch.


You ever been in a situation where the pain doesn't come right away, but you know that when it does....

yeah. That was me.
oy vey.

But I still love my high heels. Just not sure I will ever get to wear them again!