I think as a reader you now understand that flip flops, and all tangents of thought connected to them, I love. BUT, there is a time and place for all of the above mentioned shoes. There really is. A sports bar on a Friday night in January in York with ice outside and a low of 13 degrees F that night is not the place for your flip flops. Your crusty, very red feet (probably from the frigid cold) do not make you look like a casual independent thinker. They make you look like you are very cold and uncomfortable. The whole POINT of flip flops is comfort and sweetie you did not look comfortable at all. You didn't even have those nice wider leg jeans that could have maybe given your poor toes some cover. Nope, you were rockin skinny jeans. *rolls eyes* Have fun with toe frostbite.
On a side note of my flip flop rant. We had a late night last night at the bar. Wow, definately haven't done that in a LONG time. I took my medicine in the morning and supplemented my night with a dose of rolaids before leaving. Awesome. I can't even go out and get drunk with my friends without some medical therapy. I also had a long in depth discussion about my digestive issues with a friend of a friend who is thinking of specializing in digestive disorders once she gets her MD soon. Saying words like peristalsis, fundoplication, dysphagia, vagotomy, etc are much harder to do after say... 3-4 alcoholic drinks. I swear I learned a whole other vocabulary just so I can stay as informed as possible when talking to the surgeons.
Off to clean the house for the Super Bowl party we are hosting tomorrow.
*hugs and kisses*