Why is it that at the most inconvenient time, like in the middle of the airport, my favorite black sandal (the right one is my favorite, not the left one) broke. I was planning on wearing them the rest of the summer. [Insert whiny voice here.]
Poor me. :(
Sunday, July 8, 2007
My favorite shoe broke
Posted by Butterfly Wife at 7:56 PM
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