last week i bought a special pair of flip flops...the soles were covered in rubber spikey things that i thought might poke and stimulate the bottoms of my heels which are currently paining me (i ended up with plantar fascitis from limping when my knee was so bad.) i think they were working..i don't feel like actually crying when i first put weight on them each morning..this was a great improvement...sadly mystic just ate one...the left one which happens to be the most painful of the two.
honestly, instead of fundraising to pay saints vet bills..i think i should be fundraising to keep me in footware. luckily for her those suckers were only 10 bucks so when i go tomorrow to buy a new pair, it won't bankrupt me....but geez, deja vu..i already put out and bought a perfectly fine pair.
i gently thumped the ruined flip flop on top of her head and said quit eating my freaking stuff. she grabbed the flip flop out of my hand and said...sorry but this is now my flip flop, it is wrecked and you can't wear it anymore.
sigh....she is a cute little destructive beast but i really needed those freaking flip flops, my heels are still pretty sore!
and don't even bother getting on my case about keeping my stuff out of her reach...i was laying on the bed watching tv with the bed buddies and those flip flops were supposedly safely right next to me...mystic is a very quiet and sneaky little flip flop thief, i didn't even notice her making off with them at all.