New shoes are evil. Blisters and torn flesh. Just call me ouchie MacOuchOuch
And they seemed like such nice shoes. We hung out together on the week-end. Got to know each other on a personal level and now . . . now, this. Mauled heels and blistered toes. I'll never trust another shoe as long as I live. Never.
Except maybe my trusty sneakers until the boo-boos go away.