Literally

I'm freezing my butt off. Literally.

Just kidding. It's only figurative. Wouldn't it be nice if all it took was being cold to lose some backside bulk? I wish.

I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. Literally.

Not really. I'm not into horse meat.

I'm so tired I could sleep for days. Literally.

If only I didn't have to take bathroom breaks every so often. Or eat (see above). Darn those basic needs.

I've been working my butt off. Literally.

Again, I wish. It's only figurative, and not even true at that. I haven't been all that focused lately. Mind is scattered. Body is tired. Want to curl up under a blanket. Want to play Rock Band until the wee hours of the morning. Want to rock and roll all night and party every day.

Shoe of the day: wait for it... FLATS! O.M.Gosh.

I'm wearing sweater tights today because I'm turning blue (figuratively) with cold. And what goes better with sweater tights (or sock pants as my 3 year old niece calls them) than little girl shoes? It wasn't really a fashion choice so much as it was an admission that I'm just so tired that I'm not sure if I can safely walk in high heels right now (literally).

Shoe facts: Mudd Eden. Black, all man made materials. Bought them to wear to work when I sprained my ankle on Easter Sunday, 2008. How did I sprain my ankle? I was elegantly *coughyeahrightcough* walking down the stairs in my building, hurrying to church, wearing sensible shoes *coughyeahrightcough* when I lost my footing and I fell forward, twisting my ankle into the weirdest of positions. Literally. Thinking it was a minor injury I toughened up, convinced the concerned Huz that I was fine, and we walked to church. Sitting through the first meeting was excruciating because of the pain (and for other, attitudinal reasons). To make a long story longer, I pulled TC out of his meeting, he ran home and got the car, drove to church to get me, drove me home, got me changed into non-Easter clothes, propped up my foot with pillows on the couch, made sure I had the TV remote and PS3 controller nearby, got me a glass of water and some ibuprofen, and ran back to church. What a committed fellow! We went to the doctor the next day, or the same day, I can't remember. I got a neat looking *coughyeahrightcough* brace to wear around my swollen ankle, and was told to stay off the heels for a while. I was dumbstruck. Literally (when is that not true, ha). So we went shopping for flats I could wear to work that were wide enough to fit the brace. We found these. What a long story only to justify why I have flats.

Interestingly (not literally) I have a gel insole in these shoes. So bouncy. Literally. Not figuratively.

Finally, I'll leave you with this thought: My throat is on fire. You decide if it's figurative or literal.