Friday the thirteenth.
Betty totally complained that i looked 25.
so i changed into shorter bottoms & instantly dropped 9yrs.
i bought some killer heels today.
Grace walks into shoe store and tries killer heels on feet. They look great & she looks great in them too. That means good buy, babe. She smiles at her 16yr old reflection in the pretty mirror, clad in black halter and black tapered pants. Vampy glamour. whoo. classy wedges finish the 'i've got class & u noe it' look. (HAHHAAH) she asks the salesgirl how much they cost. the salesgirl is
nice, not pushy, forceful...just classic gd salesgirl. she buys the heels, deciding to wear them right there & then. While paying she says,
" These wedges are killer, but they do hurt a little to walk in huh?"
and then the salesgirl looks up, surprised.
"Who said they were made for walking?"
and adds innocently"dont they look so pretty on your feet?"
i have given new meaning to the term, "dressed to kill". my feet hurt like hell.
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