by teresa
What started out to be something beautiful...turned into something tragic.
It all started with a dream.
A dream...of new shoes.
New, black, shiny, hip dress shoes.
Something the hubby has been in need of for months now.
He's just so busy that finding time to shoe shop proves to be impossible.
He finally went...and alone at that. I was so proud of him.
He came home with really great new shoes.
He was so happy and eager to model them for me.
They looked super (very hip and trendy...unlike his older (old man) shoes).
He was happy to have his new kicks for his impending business trip to Atlanta. He even got a new coat to complete the look.
Off he went...looking good and feeling fine.
Until....*dramatic music*...blisters.
OH NO!
And it was a two day trip. And he didn't pack any other shoes. And it was alot of walking...and touring a new facility...and walking...and agony...and smiling and being a big shot impressive man on the outside...while crying and screaming like a little girl on the inside.
Poor Chris.
He came home with the worst blisters I have ever seen. I seriously should have called Ripleys! From heel to ankle and side to side. Ouch!
He has been shuffling around like one of those feet binding geisha girls ever since.
4 comments:
Tell him to man up and use some mole skin.
We swear by the bandaids that are made specifically for blisters.
Hey George, Don't talk about my baby like that! Poor Chris ... walking around with hurting feet is the worst!
Oh Chris. . . I know how much that hurts. It has happened to me before and every step is pure agony. I hope your feet feel better soon.
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