Good Shoes Gone Bad

I have this FABULOUS pair of black sandals. They are wedgie and strappy and the strap comes up around my ankle. I knew they were really cute but I honestly didn't realize how FABULOUS they were until I wore them out to dinner on the patio with some friends the other night, when everyone proceeded to comment on my shoes and coo and make over them and, basically, make me feel like I was Carrie Bradshaw HERSELF.

But I made a mistake with the fabulous black strappy sandals. I wore them to a luncheon the other day and then I wore them the rest of the day at school. I had them on for approximately 8 hours and that was just about 7 hours too long. They felt OK when I was wearing them but the next morning, when I got out of bed, I fell to the floor moaning with the agony of my feet. OK, not really. But they did hurt. The left one more than the right. And they are still hurting.

I carefully examined them and then I called Tom up to examine them because it looked like the left one was kind of swollen, right at the ball of the foot. I don't know what I thought he could do about it. He carefully examined them as I held them up, whimpering in pain. And, being the good husband that he is, he did not make fun of me. He did not tell me I should not have worn those shoes. (Because that would be a waste of his time and mine.) He did not say he did want to examine my feet. He just said yes, it looks a little swollen. And he looked a little sympathetic.

And, really isn't that all we really want? When it hurts, we want it to LOOK like it hurts. And he knew that. And that's yet another reason why I love him. And will keep him around even if he does the put the trash on top of the trash can.