Just when I thought my grotesque form couldn't get more voluminous, I've discovered a new area of expansion. Today, the reality of swollen feet cannot be denied.
At some point this morning, I kicked off my shoes and settled in to work. Because the office is quiet, I padded back and forth to the printer in my socks. Heading further afield, I decided that shoes were appropriate.
That was when I had problems putting my shoes back on. Eventually, I crammed my tootsies back into their Bass Weejuns (yes, I have a pair of Weejuns), but they were unhappily cramped. My feet actually spilled up and over the loafers' tight rims.
For the rest of the day, I might have to sport my polka-dot Wellingtons or wear (slightly roomier) black shoes with brown pants...which option would be less objectionable to the fashion police?
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Polka dots. Polka dots. Not the black shoes with brown pants.
Dear god, I hope I'm not too late.
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