No, not the quarter. That would have really hurt. The little wood thing--can't decide if it is a sliver of some sort or maybe a grass seed. But I gave the swollen ankle another good squeeze, and POP, out it came. It was kind of embarrassing to be at the (admittedly low-key) wedding today with my stupid plastic clogs, because they don't rub on the back of my foot. So now I can hopefully heel up (hee hee, it's a pun!) and wear real shoes, or at least, real sandals, for the rest of my vacation.
2 comments:
Okay.
You went to a wedding & spent some of your time squeezing foreign objects from your foot.
While wearing (unnamed) plastic footwear that rhymes w/clocks.
So you can graduate to sandals.
You're gettin' kinda gay over there.
Not that there's anything wrong with that...
And I've got another wedding next weekend! What hijinks will ensue there?
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