Every time we travel to Nashville in the spring/summer I get sick when we return to Phoenix. It's like some sort of punishment for leaving there or something. I don't know, but I do know that I feel like crap and want to go back to bed.
My post today was supposed to be about the EIGHT pairs of shoes I bought while I was back. Yes I said eight. But I just don't have it in me to talk about it right now.
I'll tell you later about my good shoe finds.
the paradox of perspective
1 month ago