Why am I always so crippled?
WHY? I am wondering am I always so crippled everytime I want to wear something nice? So I am going through the myriad of sundresses in my closet this morning and cannot find a single one that I can wear with "sensible" (ugg) shoes...They all look sooo much cuter with strappy little pretties, but nooo...some freak in a Yukon Denali decided to go suicidal and take my cute-shoe-wearingness with him!! jerko!
So I am wearing pants.
Wet pants. Not because my sex life is so exciting that I get that animated in the morning, but because my new 80 dollar iron has decided that vomiting water onto my pants while I am actually ironing them and THEN automatically shutting off so i cannot possibly "burn" up said water, is fun. Note to the people at Shark Iron Company: YOU SUCK. There, I have said it and my universe of Three, count 'em THREE readers will never buy your dumb irons. so there.
Damn sensible shoes...
