Ok ... seriously ... WOW

Amazon has truly shocked me. I don't really know why, but in searching for shoes today on Amazon ... I was shocked.

And educated.

I had no idea there were so many different types of fetish shoes. Nor did I realize that searching for my size shoe would bring so many of them up.

I have huge feet. I know this. I'm ok with this ...

My long toes come in very handy - and when you least expect it ;-)
Clodhoppers serve to provide a more painful whoopin when someone has it coming. There ARE advantages...

... Except when it comes to shoe shopping. Open toed shoes are less of a problem, but closed toed shoes ... freakin' nightmare. This is why I not only looked like a moron and wore strappy black sandals to my grandmother's funeral in February, in Kansas, but have spent days with shoes full of blood and carry rolls of athletic tape in my work bag.

Seriously though Amazon ... Buying shoes on the internet is hard enough. Do I really have to search through all the freaky sex shoes to get to what I need? And do I really need to be reminded that there are people out there with the time and money to buy/need freaky sex shoes while I am looking for "sensible" business shoes?

Not fair.

And I do not want to know where the heel of this shoe has been...

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Scene: 1 dead lady, 1 tissue bucket, 6 teenagers assigned to expose muscle tissue and learn everything there is to know about each one - action, origin, insertion, nerve

By this point, we had spent several of our dissection days unpuddling the fluid that earned Lucy her name. She was fairly dry, kept moist instead by a mist sprayed on her at the end of every dissection day. Without her gallons of fluid to plump her up, she sagged and almost caved in places.

We had taken great care to peel her skin off in sheets, exposing blood vessels, muscle, connective tissue, tendons, ligaments, and fat. The fat was blocking a clear view of everything else we needed to see so it had to go. Carefully removed, tweeze by tweeze of our tiny little tools meant to keep every structure in tact.

Being that there were six of us and one tissue bucket to hold everything we removed from Lucy, we had to find somewhere else to dump our tweezers full of fat. Where better than a pile on her torso?

Note, her torso was also one of those caved in places that looked remarkably like a bowl at the end of the day ... a bowl full of little yellow globs of fat ...

Or if you're a teenager ...

A bowl full of jujubes!!

But they were renamed Ju-Lu-bes, of course (and I've never eaten them again!)

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