Corny

I felt a dull pain in one of my toes the other day and wondered if one of my toe nails was digging into the little piggy next to it. (Is that TMI? Well if it is, then stop reading now, because it gets worse.) Upon closer inspection, I discovered a small bump on the side of my second to littlest toe on my right foot. It didn't look like a blister and it didn't look like anything too disgusting, like a plantar's wart. I didn't know what it was, so I showed it to my Mom. She concluded that it was a corn and that I should go to the drugstore and get some corn plasters, as they call them in England. (My Mom doesn't call them corn plasters, but our friend that was just visiting has been tossing around the British-isms, so I thought I'd throw down, too.) Anyway, I went and bought those little padded Dr. Scholl corn bandaids and have been slapping them on for the past few days to no avail.

My Mom said that she thought it might be due to my "impractical shoes", like my totally unsupportive ballet flats from Target. (Maybe I shouldn't be so hasty in selling my very practical and probably corn friendly SAS shoes.) So, what am I going to do? Maybe, oh, I don't know, go to the doctor? Nope. I, my friend, am going shoe shopping. I am looking for the rarest shoe of them all...something flat, but not too flat, comfortable, black (or maybe dark brown), stylish and good for casual outings, work and short walks to the store. Does that shoe exist? I will find out this weekend.

(Tune in next week, when I will probably be bitching about shoe shopping, while wearing bandages on my toes, which will require me to don Uggs or maybe moon boots to accommodate my little corny pal.)