Shiny, blue paten heels. That was my weapon of choice on Sunday to get the attention of a certain young man. I could of chosen the black dress or red lipstick. But I was determined that the heels were it. Never mind the fact it was raining and I have to walk a good distance to Church. It didn’t matter. I was going to come off conquer. Of the heels and the boy. All was good for the first two blocks. Then the manhole cover got the better of me. I ended up with a scrapped up knee and a bruised ego. Both missions failed. Next time I'll stick to nude flats.
Monday, May 16, 2011
chicago sunday
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