“…and with that, she turned on her heel and stalked off.”
I’ve never “turned on my heel” in my life. Whenever I turn away from something, it’s been by pivoting on the ball of my foot.
The things that go through my head when I’m prancing about in new boots.
I do like wearing boots. It doesn’t matter how I’m feeling about the rest of me, I can’t help but strut – my Shirley Manson walk – when I’m wearing them. And new boots, that make me two inches taller, and bounce under my heels – they put a hell of a spring in my step.
Enough to turn on my heel and stalk off? Only for a Sinful Sunday photo.
Who else is playing this weekend? Click on the kiss: