The hooker shoes would be pretty amusing... for the audience. Aside from a pair of pumps I had to wear as part of a bridesmaid's outfit in the 1980s (the shoes were teal, dyed to match the dress -- it was the 1980s, after all), I've never worn more than 1.5" heels. And, given how much of a klutz I am in tennis shoes, I can only imagine how much damage I could do to myself and others in 4" stilettos. Next day's headline: Gruesome Stiletto Accident at Competition Leaves One Paralyzed, Two Blind.
Mel: Now that 90% of my skiing is with The Boy, I don't think I could navigate any bumps, let alone baby ones. Someday, maybe. Glad you had fun!
Shannon: I'm sure the bruise is lovely at this point. Heck, it probably matches my bridesmaid's shoes.
Lydia: I have to admit that some days, I can only get myself to the gym with the vanity carrot. Other days, I want to lift for the sake of lifting, but some days, well, it's the broken pants.
Rhonda: I suppose this means we won't have the Tundra Bowl today?
Hello to everyone else. Have a great Super Bowl Sunday. It's just the three of us today. I'm thinking about making some turkey meatballs to celebrate the occasion and have some snack food (other than veggies) that are reasonably on plan. But, it snowed last night, so the roads are still kinda sloppy so maybe at trip to the store for the necessary ingredients won't happen.
//b. strong,
Kim