These Boots Aren't Made For Walkin'...

This little piggy went to market.  This little piggy stayed home.  This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none.  And this little piggy went "wee-wee-wee'" all the way home!

My piggy who feasted on roast beef and the bereft piggy who had none are numb.  Numb as in, there's a deep tingling sensation inside somewhere near the bone, but I'm pretty sure you could drop a brick on either piggy and I wouldn't feel a thing.

Why?  I wore my kicking, super-high heel boots all day yesterday - 7:30 AM to 9 PM.  While I looked good, I think I may have done permanent damage to my feet.  How the Carrie Bradshaws of the world do this on a daily basis is beyond me. I've worn the boots before for a couple of hours and my feet have been sore, but I've never actually lost sensation in a body part before. I'm guessing that can't be a good thing.  Especially since it's been almost 12 hours  since I slipped the heinous things off my feet.  Today I will embrace my mother Earth/granola  side and wear only Birkenstocks with thick, comfy socks.

Meanwhile, piggies are dying...