Birthday fireworks!
I think I want a second day. I'm allowed that, right? There is a lot of gelato remaining, and several more whoopie pies. (I rebelled against myself and went for whoopie pies instead of cupcakes.) Plus, my new birthday shoes (leopard print ballet flats) rubbed blisters on my feet while I was wandering back and forth between the cupcakes and the whoopie pies trying to make up my mind, and I kind of don't want to walk.
The assailants.
I have a clear calendar today - nothing but housework and yoga. It's a beautiful rainy day. And my birthday shoes beat me up. They bit me. On my birthday.
I can't put on shoes to save my life, never mind leave my house.
So I am entitled to make the best of it, right?
2 comments:
Absolutely I think birthdays should be a week long celebration lol. Love the leopard ballet slipper flats. Doesn't it bite when our new shoes hurt not very nice but then you look at them and fall in love with them all over and wear them again pain included.
I once celebrated my birthday for an entire month, and think the practice is worth resurrecting! haha It's awful when new shoes get mean. I have little adhesive things to put in them, but decided not to bother. Lesson learned!
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