Because I'm Always Good for a Laugh

Yesterday we took Pokey out to lunch since today is his last day. Neither Dwight nor Pokey have a good feel for the neighborhood eateries around our new office yet, so the decision was given to me for where we should go. I listed two options in the same building about 3 blocks away and the decision was made to wander that direction and figure it out once we were closer.

So, off we trucked, over the ridiculous brick sidewalks that this area of town seems to think are such a great idea. (I hates them.) About half way there I could already tell that my pathetically worn out shoes plus a walk of this duration plus ankle-turning sidewalks were not going to end up being a good combination. When we got there, I felt as if the balls of my feet were ready to burst into flame (gotta love heels) and I looked forward to lingering over lunch a little to give my tootsies a break.

After lunch (which was quite tasty) we wandered back to the office, each step (and half-ankle-twist) another little agony added on to the previous ones.

On the way home, I regaled Tim with the above fascinating tale (you're riveted, admit it!) and bemoaned the fact that my new shoes didn't fit and I hadn't made the time to go exchange them on Saturday like originally planned. Tim made the patented husband "Mmm" noise that indicates an awareness that you've finally stopped talking about whatever it was you were talking about and that he has nothing to offer and really, was that the only interesting thing that happened to you today cause, wow, your life is pathetically boring.

Grumbling slightly, I declared, "I'm throwing these out even if it means I don't have any black shoes!" as I slipped off the foot torture chambers I'd been wearing. I glared at the shoebox containing my new, ill-fitting shoes that sat on the kitchen counter taunting me. And I don't know if it was desperation or temporary insanity, but I opened the box and slid them on again, just to be sure they really didn't fit. All the while Tim is eyeing me as if I've finally and utterly come off my rocker.

They fit like champs. Apparently my foot was swollen when I first tried them. Or something. All I know? I have new shoes and I don't have to go shopping.