Ich habe no footzenhausen

Crhist on a triscuit. I don't have any fleeping shoes to wear at Jennyfur’s wedding this weekend. Something tells me my burgundy Docs and my patent leather spiked heels are just gauche next to a lavender gown. Fresk. And Merrells are flat out. Anyone have ballet slippers for cheap? Rowr!

Adding insult to injury, not that lack of shoes is injurious, but I haven't been able to get my hair done. Just WHAT was I thinking, moving two weeks before one of my best friends' wedding? I look like crap.

Course you all know me and hair; it will be fine. But good god I'm a stressbucket right now.