I think it fitting as a follow-up to yesterday's post I relay the brilliance that is my thought process and my life in general. Yesterday morning, pre-flea market, I made the decision to wear my two-tone oxfords to said market because I was sick of my other shoes and wanted to complete my adorable flea-market-going look. After being warned by the BOY that this choice was a poor one and told furthermore that if I still chose to wear them I was not allowed to complain - I shrugged my shoulders thought "OK" then quickly shoved a pair of ballet flats into my gray bag as a back up.
Genius, right? only one problem...I was wearing the black bag and only realized this fact after about 3 hours of marketing. result: Ouch... But I bit my lip and pressed on. When I got home, eyes welling-up, I finally admitted that my poor peds were in disrepair. Cue obligatory "I told you so" and tonight's round two foot therapy session.
I won't be making that mistake again (at least, I don't think)