Are you wearing any band aids on your feet yet?
And if not, does this mean you didn't get this year's new crop of flip flops yet? Still getting some leverage out of last year's sandals? Or do you live in Alaska?
Every year at just about this time, I start out with the highest hopes and my new pair of Born sandals -- and every year at about this time plus 12 hours, my feet are plastered with bandaids, applied strategically at various angles that roughly correspond to the places where the sandpaper-like stitching on my sandals meets the tissue-paper skin of my feet. Today I found myself stuffing facial tissues into my sandals as buffers against the pain. Where agonizing foot pain is concerned, fashion is no contest. I'll go around with rolls of Charmin on my feet if that will help alleviate the pain.
Last week I tried on my summer clothes from last year and found out that every pair of cotton pants I own seem to have shrunk over the winter, so now I have to go on a diet to fit into them. That was bad enough, but now I'm into the serious torture of the sandal break-in period. And I don't think I need to tell you what this means, because it is all quickly leading up to the inevitable and unavoidable high point of the season: swimsuits.
My bandaided feet are starting to look better all the time.