These boots...
My feet are finally feeling every bit of the 6.2 miles of pavement they pounded today in Boulder. A foot massage would be lovely, but the only (willing?) masseuse is my nephew Collin, and even then I doubt double-scoops from Liks Ice Cream could convince him. So I did what any normal girl with tired toes and depleted energy would do: I shopped. For boots. Hard-soled, pointy-toed vintage cowboy boots. And in my current state, regardless of their sexy boot appeal, even these puppies are the last thing I want to think about walking in right now...
But let's be honest. If I was really in that much pain I think a pair of magenta Crocs would be en route to apartment #34 instead.
Which reminds me, I could probably use a new pair of tennys, too...
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