Dodgy Theology

I sent my best friend an email about the shoe club, as soon as I heard about it.

I got an email back.

Behold!

Proof that there is a God, and that she loves us!

And my conservative theological soul sighed. And reminded myself that she and I really must discuss this.

But, there is a shoe club, and I am loved.

So. . .

Running Fast to Stay in Place

Never too bad for plaid!

And you thought diamonds were a girl's best friend.

Not a lemon here.

Umm

Umm.

Super Sexy shoes.

Oh,

You have no idea.

None

Of how bad my back hurts.

No,

Not my feet.

Not my legs.

Not even my knees.

Nope, lower back.

Excuse me.

I'm going to skip my blog post.

(where are those Epsom salts?)

The bath is running.

I'm going to get in now.

Have a great day.

In low-heeled shoes.

Huh

Excuse me . . . .

Is it Friday?


Are you sure?

Can you check your calendar again?

Really?







Well, what about Thursday? Could it be Thursday?


No?

You're sure?

Honest?

sigh . . .

Ok.





I'll cope.

I will



Really.

I just bought these.







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Whinge-For-All Thurs ends tomorrow at midnight. There's a prize.

Yep, ends tomorrow. Whatever day tomorrow is.