On Sunday, Mike and I went downtown for Tulip Time. (Being as smart as I am, I wore plastic flip flops for the first time this spring.) We drove down Tulip Lane (no pictures, silly me!) and then parked so we could walk down 8th Street. We walked all the way down to where the carnival was set up. We wanted to walk around the carnival, but you had to pay just to get in...not gonna happen! Then we walked all the way back up the street. All this walking did my feet in. About halfway back to the car, I had rubbed 3 blisters on my feet, and my flip flops were working on numbers 4 and 5. My sweet man noticed how much pain I was in, and how funny I was walking. I was trying to walk without letting my flip flops rub against my feet (a pretty impossible task). So, Mike insisted that I get on his back, and he carried me, piggy-back, to where the car was.
Yep, that's my man! :)
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What a guy!
ReplyDeleteWay to go Mike!!!
ReplyDeleteAw! I hear ya on the trying to walk without rubbing existing/creating new blisters on your feet. It's pretty impossible. Good job, Mike!
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