Most of my shoes say, "Wow! You must have really bad feet." It wasn't always this way. I used to wear cute shoes; cute and painful. I suffered through sprained ankles, crammed toes, and blisters the size of golf balls. And for what? Well, I'm done. I've basically thrown in the towel. All I really need are rubber souls affixed to my bare feet. I'd do just fine.
No comments:
Post a Comment