While Spencer goes to work everyday, I try to power walk around the city as far and long as I can to see as much as I can each day. I've still not learned my lesson about wearing ballet slippers as my main form of transportation, despite the heckles from my bum enemy (more on her later). Today Spencer and I found these crazy shoes to solve a few problems. They make us look like old ladies, you have to push your money maker out and tread extremely slowly. Mostly, I just like the way they look. They feel terrible but in a helpful way. Know what I mean?
