I mostly mean trying to find shoes to go with specific outfits stinks.
It makes me want to run screaming into the street, hurl something fragile and glass-ish at the pavement, and then dissolve into a weeping pile of mush.
But I guess literally, some shoes – mostly of the athletic or flip-flop variety – do stink.
That’s not the point though. This the point:
Both my hair and my legs are at least six inches shorter than those shown on the model.
That dress is not quite so short on me, and I can’t pull off just any old shoe or my legs look like they belong on a garden gnome.
I’ve wasted way too much of my time now, searching for the perfect shoes.
So again I say, shoes stink.
I’d like to self-medicate in the form Tex-Mex comfort food.
Seven layer dip? Nachos? Tacos? Deep fried burritos? Chili Cheese Fries?
Any of them are fine with me.
Just smother it in cheese and call it good.
And for seasoning? Let’s ditch the prepackaged stuff and go the route of making our own.
Let’s make a big batch, so any time we have a date with that devil called “Shoe Shopping” we can just yank our feel-good mix off the shelf and throw it into whatever wonderful therapy concoction we please.
A healthy, mock Old El Paso seasoning is a good thing to have around.
Oh – and stay tuned.
Later on? A recipe for some rockin slow cooker Tex-Mex chicken.
Yeah. I just said it.
Shoe shopping apparently throws me back to 2005.