You can't make me!

Not to keep going on about the conference this weekend, but I'm so glad its over. My feet were hating me for stuffing them in heels all weekend. I was never so glad to put on my sneakers to come to work as I was today.

How sad is that? Aren't women supposed to be able to suffer for beauty or something like that? I think I'm missing that hormone...the one that allows women to wear heels and look comfortable doing it. The entire time I was stuffed into wedges, heels, and boots, all I could think was 'Oh God, let me find a seat'. The really sad thing is, I loved every pair of shoes in a 'I like to look at them' way, not a 'I can't wait to wear them'. The heels were seriously cute, but I had to pry them off my feet when I was finished wearing them.

I have to give major kudos to women who can and will wear heels every day. I envy you! My feet don't have a very high threshold of pain. Give me a tattoo, but don't put heels on my feet.

On a slightly different note, I've got to buckle down this afternoon and work on my synopsis and clean up my MS more. I'm going to just blurt it out. This weekend, I had requests from 2 editors for full manuscripts. I've been so over the moon about it, that I didn't care about my feet until they started feeling normal again.