I used to wear the most perfect shoe size.
Super Size 7, that was me.
After Chloe, I went up to 7.5... except I normally bought an 8. Not because that was my size or anything, you understand. Just... well... 'cause.
I canNOT imagine what I'll be dealing with in the aftermath of Amber, because oh dear God.
Fall is here, yay! Apple cider, pumpkin lattes, and HUGE indentation marks from my socks all over my ankles. ARGH. Last night, when I finally remembered to take my socks off, the swelling had gathered so heavily above the sock line that it was hard to the touch. Freakish and weird.
How am I feeling this week? Freakish and weird.
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