This is right before I am supposed to cram my feet into a shoe and walk smiling into a resteraunt and have a meal with "Susan" and my brother?????
What the hell do I do???
Their teeny brains go to one thing, of course-I have trouble focusing on conversation because the bottom photo is jammed into a shoe to make you happy because you can go one place:
I wore slippers; when he saw my foot....he helped me soak in tepid water and then eased into a slipper and I went to his house and had fun:
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