My foot is still not better from the weenie little sprain I got playing basketball back in April. I can go about my daily business all right but I can’t go for walks or run or jump or kick people in the shins like I used to. That’s pretty lame in itself, but it’s not the worst thing ever.
The worst thing ever is not being able to wear my shoes. I am lousy at fixing my hair; I don’t bother with accessories; I am a mediocre dresser; but the one thing I know how to do right is shoes. Here is a small sampling of the shoes in my closet I can no longer wear:
This last pair is especially heartbreaking as I bought them mere DAYS before spraining my foot and they haven’t even been broken in yet.
And now for the pictures of shoes in my closet I am allowed to wear:
(I think this is the part where you take me out back and shoot me.)
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Leftover pork with stuffing
Smoky ricotta fritters