The person who can name that quote will win a BRAND NEW CHRYSLER CORDOVAAAAAH! So I'm feeling very Out Of Africa in an S&M club today, in my new old thrifted Ann Taylor Loft dress. Yep, just read in the paper yesterday that a local Goodwill revamped and reopened this weekend, so I stopped by on my lunch hour yesterday and picked up this dress, another dress, and a Led Zeppelin tee. ROCK OUT WITH YOUR C@#K OUT! But what the hell does any of this have to do with your foot, Shannan? You're probably asking yourselves.
Well, I'll tell you. A week or so ago, I was putting some stuff up on my mantle and there were some teeeny tiny pieces of mercury glass that had broken off of some weird mercury glass ball thingies that I have, and one fell on the floor and I stepped on it. It has been in my foot since then, and LORD HAVE MERCY it has been killing me. Okay, maybe not really KILLING me, but it is very annoying.
I'm the first to admit I have tough feet. Like, when I get a pedicure, well, those ladies earn their money for the day. When they use the pumice, the room is thick with white clouds of feet dust. I marvel at people who have baby soft feet, as if they've never walked a day in their life without shoes, but then, I don't wear shoes unless I absolutely have to. I mean, when I'm in the house, I see no good reason why I should wear shoes. I'm getting off track here. Let's get back to me. Oh, wait - we WERE talking about me. Let's get back to my pain and suffering.