Today was the first day I took Dudeskull on a proper outing. For reasons that still aren’t entirely clear, I dressed him like a golfer.
|Dressin’ babies funny–the most adorable form of child abuse|
I’m gonna pause here and give you all a chance to dial Child Protective Services.
OK, now that you’re back, I hope you’re prepared to feel guilty. Because I suffered for my sins. See, I wore some new shoes on this outing…and they were the singular most uncomfortable pair of shoes I have ever worn in my life.
As I was hobbling out of the store, I was thinking to myself. “Cruel shoes cruel shoes cruel shoes cruel shoes…omfg, these are the cruel shoes!!!!” Seriously, I have worn actual stiletto-type, fetish-type shoes, and they were leagues more comfortable than these pumps.
I’m curious as to how such an innocuous-looking pair of shoes with a not particularly high heel–and flowers and fruits on them ferchristsakes!– can feel so torturous. It will have to remain a mystery, as they are going back to Zappos. Holy fucking shit goddamn piss hell PAIN!!!!!!!!
|No, I am not wearing blush or other pinky make-up. I am just the pinkest person on the planet.|
If I look spectacularly unhappy here, well, you know why. JEEEEEEEEESUS.