These Boots (ummm . . . shoes) Ain't Made for Walkin' . . .

Disclaimer: I blame the meaningless ramblings of the following post and the horrific grammar in the title on the fact that I am virtually brain dead.

Okay, here's the deal. I'm not sure if I have a brain cell left in this head of mine. First of all, no one in their right mind voluntarily gets up at 5:30 in the morning. If you are hopping out of bed all happy and Sunshine Susie before seven then I think you need to have your head examined. I'm just saying.

It's only Tuesday and only the second day of the school year, and I'm plumb wore out. It has nothing to do with the kids. It's just that my feet, back, head, throat, and everything else that can hurt does hurt (slight exaggeration? . . . maybe). I haven't had to think or talk this much since May. And I talk a lot on most days of the year. I may or may not even talk to myself on occasion. Now thinking? Well, it depends on who you're talking to.

So here's the main reason my entire body is in the throes of pain at this very moment, I wore heels to school yesterday. Occasionally (or like once a week), I feel the need to do something stupid like wear heels. Have y'all seen fourth graders lately? They're like seven and a half feet tall. I'm not. In all honesty, it doesn't matter. After eight years of teaching I have the "teacher" look down pat . . . whatever that means. Back to the heels. The heels looked cute so I wore them. Thankfully, I'm starting to get feeling back in my little toes. Apparently, the angle of these particular shoes constricted the blood flow to my toes. Hence rendering them feelingless. I also have absolutely no arch in my foot and weak ankles which frequently give way and almost cause me to fall. The operative word being almost. To date I haven't fallen and when my ankle (or ankles) gives way, I just keep walking as if I have no clue that it almost snapped in two. All of which leads into the fact that I probably shouldn't wear heels. But do I let that stop me? Are you kidding? Cuteness reigns supreme on Mondays, Tuesdays, and sometimes Wednesdays (depends on how the week is going). By Thursday and Friday common sense has kicked in and sensible shoes are the star of the show.

Not to worry though. By next Monday, the feeling will be back in my toes. My feet, legs, and back will no longer hurt. And I'll have completely forgotten how painful heels are. Thus forcing me to strive for cuteness once again. Maybe next week I'll wear these . . . or maybe I'll just wear them tomorrow. I don't have any brain cells left. Remember?