My sister just got married and did a much needed "spring cleaning" she gave me almost 50 pairs of shoes/sneakers/flip-flops not to mention an arsenal of purses, belts and t-shirts. So I pick out my favorite pairs of shoes and store them away in my closet like a chipmunk. Saturday I wear a pair of blue strappy sandals and nearly brake my ankle when the shoe comes apart from the heal. Luckily I was only at Publix when this happened and I carefully drug my feet like Quasimodo through the store. I repaired the shoe when I got home realizing the glue had dried up probably from lack of wear. Today I venture wearing a pair of black flowered strappy sandals to the movies and low and behold I fly down the stairs of the movie theater since this shoe's heal broke away too! I think Tyrene is trying to kill me. After hopping around Rave I take the second defective pair of shoes home and realize once again it is a glue issue. So tonight my children and I pretended to be shoe makers and glued all the shoes heal to sole so I can offer my adventures friends who are a size 7-9 to please come and take some of these shoes out of my garage!
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I really did not set you up, but it is pretty funny that our mother did the same thing to me - twice!
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