$10 for 20 liqui-jells from the hotel gift shop. Hay, someone's gotta pay for the free in-room coffee.
Well, it also didn't help that someone offended Mr. Right Sciatic Nerve at some point Thursday, with it's on-going nuclear explosions between knee and hip flexor.
Grandpa was feeling better by about five, but that might have been partly due to the olive in the Bloody Mary.
Anywho, we've retired the boots for the duration and brought out the sneaks. Poor boots! All snubbed and pushed back in the closet. And me without m'heels now!
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