I left work at 5:45. I came home, cleaned up the “puppy heaven” dog food mess that Maddie had created for herself, went to Puppy Play Group, took Maddie for a walk, and went to the grocery store.
Why in the HELL am I still wearing my 3” high pointy as hell work shoes?
(PS: Those are Hollywould shoes that I got for $60 at Gilt.com)
Observations and thoughts about life as seen through the eyes of a 20 something girl - this is the point where I'm supposed to say something like "making her way in the big city" but that's not true or "trying to leave her mark on the world" but also, not true who is actually making her way in the big city, and has been since August 2007. It's just me, my life, and my psychosis - and a lot of pictures of food, shoes, and sternums.
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