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#741: Baby Got A New Pair Of Shoes
Tuesday, June 26, 2007 Look, I've got lots of preparations to make before this whole hysterectomy thing goes down on July the 3rd and my recuperation begins. Today alone I bought curtain rods, washed our curtains, ironed them, and hung the curtain rods and curtains in the living room. I moved a queen size mattress and non-collapsible bedframe into the living room, and I moved a cumbersome sofa into the bedroom. I drank a beer. I patted myself on the back for being able to move all that furniture all by myself when I haven't worked out since 1989.
In the coming two days, I am doing about six more loads of laundry, cleaning the apartment top to bottom, drinking a beer or two, buying groceries, and attending my pre-op bloodletting-and-scary-facts session before heading to Cosmopolis to see the great Cosmopolians before heading back here to meet my fate.
I'm nesting. Does anybody have an elevated toilet seat to complete the task?
Man, is this ever stimulating. You're doing laundry? You don't say? That's faskinatin'. Tell me, do you also eat food and sleep? Faskinatin', indeed.
I did get a new pair of shoes, though, and not everyone can do that. Some people are too poor for shoes. Some people are in comas. Some people don't even have feet. In my less tragic life, I am able to purchase for myself fancy schmancy rubber shoes. Here they are on the veiny feet of one Schmutzie who took so fecking long with the photograph that the blood pooled in her extremities. C'est très sexy.
I got wise and lied on my back with my feets in the air. Nice, no?
What is truly sad is that after all my heavy furniture moving, I got all cricky, and now I won't be walking to very many places in them until I uncrick. I am consoling myself with wonton soup on my living room bed. And my curtains smell nice. Like Tide. And that rolled right pantleg picture above? That was for the photo only. I am not yet so old that I must wear my trousers rolled. Or something like that.*
* Despite my having shown you Crocs and mentioned Tide, I was not asked to endorse either product. Why I am telling you this is unclear to me, but I felt I should. There.
Reader Comments (11)
Those are yummy shoes.
I hope that your recovery time will be swift and painless.
My thoughts are with you.
I had two pairs of those very shoes in my home. TWO. The perfect shoes for many situations - BUT neither size fit me.
Alas.
They were meant for YOU.
I have those bad boys in silver. Love 'em.
I do think that those shoes are much cuter than the hideous Croc clogs, but I still have to protest, just in prnciple. I really can not get behind resin shoes. Sorry Schmutzie, but it's the principle of the thing!
Heather
The pencil point glides down the margin:
"Mmmm...shoes with no laces...check!"
I've had my eye on those shoes for a while now. I've been hesitating, but now I can ask: are they comfortable?
Thanks and best wishes on a speedy recovery. Nesting is a very positive thing you can do for yourself, to ensure that you are comfy when you get home. Have a beer for me!
ie, the shoes are, indeed, comfortable, but make sure that you go a little larger rather than a little smaller.
Did you know that Crocs are not manufactured but excreted by giant genetically engineered insects, each breed tailored to produce a specific model of shoe? And all they ask in return is a moist environment and a human host for their eggs.
um, my dear, i don't think you can put the words fancy shmancy and rubber shoes in the same sentence! ha!
Here's to uncricking.
Seriously, get some rest!
I have been waiting for a pair of crocs that would fit my narrow feet. I love them, but is it just me or do they sometimes trip you? I can't figure it out. I don't think they're flying off my feet, but sometimes I think they just stop before I do. Hope all goes well for you. I had a similar scare last year. Not fun.