A weekend of booze and shoes
30 Jul 2007
Friday Night
These shoes tried to kill me. Or perhaps it was the champagne. Or the dancing. Certainly it couldn't have been the food, which was quite okay, considering the quantities they had to get out in such a short time. It must have been the shoes - for I felt half dead on Saturday. (Got my mug in the social pages though.)
Saturday
Usually I buy winter boots that say F me. This year I bought omes that say F off. I won't ever be going back.
Saturday Night
Nuff said. And these didn't try to murder me either.
Sunday
The other great use for what comes off the sheep's back.
On the knitting front may I just say this; booze and shoes.
These shoes tried to kill me. Or perhaps it was the champagne. Or the dancing. Certainly it couldn't have been the food, which was quite okay, considering the quantities they had to get out in such a short time. It must have been the shoes - for I felt half dead on Saturday. (Got my mug in the social pages though.)
Saturday
Usually I buy winter boots that say F me. This year I bought omes that say F off. I won't ever be going back.
Saturday Night
Nuff said. And these didn't try to murder me either.
Sunday
The other great use for what comes off the sheep's back.
On the knitting front may I just say this; booze and shoes.
posted by knitabulous at Monday, July 30, 2007 |
