The Trouble With Do Me Shoes
I’ve spent large blocks of time wishing that I were a sex goddess. Oh yeah. I want to sashay down the street in my tight leather skirt…..watching heads snap and hearing admiring daaaa-aaaams! floating up in my wake. At these times I want to wear these shoes:
And then reality sets in, and I realize that I am not THOSE shoes, but rather more like these:
Ain’t life a bear sometimes? I want to be loved and lusted after by all. The more likely scenario, however, is that people are wondering about the tubby aging hippie with her tangerine toenails.
I suppose it’s a good thing in some ways. After all, I work with hormonal teenage boys all day. I could hardly expect them to pay an ounce of attention if I were deserving of that top pair of boots. They’d be too busy trying to keep pools of drool from collecting under their chairs.
Now here’s the up – or is it down – side of the aging hippie persona. Hippie. Follow the bouncing teenage reasoning here…..
Must have smoked weed. Maybe she still does. Hey – that’d be cool. Ms. Wolf probably got high. Hey Ms. Wolf – today is 4/20! YOU know what 420 is, don’t you? And they all assume I do. Cause any good old hippie would. Cause hippies all smoke weed. heh.
(perhaps I shouldn’t admit it – but I do know about 4/20. See…every day at 4:20 on the clock, all pot-heads are supposed to take a smoke break. SOOOOO when a WHOLE DAY that’s 4/20 comes along – it’s national smoke weed day. No – don’t ask me how I know.)
So, I’m a freak and an old hippie. Do you suppose they make stilletto flip flops? Aw heck…I’d probably fall off of em anyway – you know how those old hippies are……
a) you are not a freak b) people know what 4:20 is who have never touched the stuff c) drat. . . i had a third point. . . .
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ah yes c) they make flip flops with heels, but not stilletos.
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well I’ve had my pot education for the day now, I just had no idea. I don’t get out much you see. 🙂
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Don’t tell anyone but I knew what 420 is too. I’m an old hippie as well. Right now I wear tennies, Danskos and sandles to work. The thought of a new job where I have to dress like a grown up gives me the heebie jeebies. hugs…
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How could you not know about 420? It is the lamest day ever. OMG sudden pee urge. I hate heels, give me my flip flops!!!!!
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I had no idea…nope..none at all…
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ya learn somethin’ new every day. well, i just did .. lol! i like those boots! not that i would wear them, but i like ’em! i have the perfect little black skirt to go with ’em, too! 😉
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Um, I own those boots.
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Those do me shoes? I believe that pair requests a lot more doing than I could survive. LOL RYN: I know you don’t begin to understand those crazies. None of us do. Also, maybe we can negotiate a generous curve. I’ll need it too..a bunch!
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My spies tell me that 420’s origins are as old police-radio code for “pot smoking in progress.” Then again, though I was raised in Humboldt County I never actually ingested the Mary Jane; I was always busy doing homework at 4:20. Youth is frickin’ wasted on the young. (Hah! “Wasted!”)
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4:20 has been added to my memory bank.
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Would you believe I knew that and totally didn’t register about it yesterday! Duuuhhhh! A senior moment , methinks! LOL Hugz
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I think this would be a good time for Lama to exercise her constitutional rights and take the Fifth Amendment. But I do have one teeny tiny little question. Do you think those boots were on sale?
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*ryn* That is a good idea not to, unless I switch from yarn to a waxed dental floss. Of course, the itching alone may work as its own deterent.
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I have seen low stilletoe flip flops!
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Being a real person is so much better, and sexier, than trying to be society’s shallow idea of sexy. I didn’t know about 420. One never knows what Sunshine Wolf will be teaching. Haha.
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I have those boots. 🙂
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janis joplin used to say, I sing to 10,000 people and then I go home alone. It’s my motto here.
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in order to wear the first pair of shoes, you must first find a man’s back to walk on, while wearing them. BTW, would you like my address?
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Your tangerine toenails would be wasted in those boots. Tangerine toenails are hot. 🙂
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Hahahaha. The boots ARE hot, but the person WEARING the sandals could be so hot that nobody noticed her footwear. Love your entries. Thanks for your kind notes.
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I never heard of 420! I smoked weed but it was a long long time ago in a galazy far far away. 🙂 According to my neice. A science teacher and a hottie teenage boys will spend all their time in class carving her name in the desk. 🙂
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The do-me shoes are all well and good, but we wouldn’t be able to see your tangerine toenails!!
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I love how you come out with this stuff! I can imagine the high from feeling that sexy, extremely sexy, all about sexy, but I’d want it private. Thank the gods we have imagination! 🙂 Do you think there could ever be a way to treat kids in society so they don’t see us as in a different world? You are probably closer to bridging that gap than most.
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*Snorking with laughter over the stilletto flip flops!* Don’t know about you but I’d probably break an ankle for sure in them. Didn’t know about the 4:20 thing. Never actually heard that term before. D’uhh me! *with a big grin*
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I’m with Willy. I’ll claim my ignorance is because I’m a foreigner!
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