saraberri

ok friends, i have once again fallen victim to the world's inability to plan for my being in it. i'm talking specifically about flip-flops this time. wrecked my toe on a door because it was not regulation flip flop clearance height. nothing like my sailer's mouth going off in the nursery school (where i was dropping off my son) And, once you open the metal door onto toe, you are now faced with a decision: open past toe, continuing the carnage or close slightly, scraping door through fresh open wound. went through the door again this afternoon, there was a little bit of my toe still stuck on the bottom of it. last time i did this, i was exiting a completely different door, and scraped up my achille's tendon somethin' fierce. that one took a month to heal. i, however, REFUSE to wear more appropriate footwear. it's part of my whole pro-nakedness thing.