I'm pretty sure you are all tired of me talking about my ankle. But I have one last installment:
I'd like to introduce you to...
(that is his name)
|(Ol' Patriot and my cute Sperry's. and my cool rolled jeans.)|
Ol' Patriot, is my frienemy.
He is my friend, because he is very supportive and reliable.
He is my enemy because, well, because of the reason I had to make his acquaintance in the first place.
He is not very photogenic, and he isn't that good of a dancer.
He is about an inch taller than all my other shoes, making for a very lopsided walk.
BUT, at least I can use my arms for carrying things now!
yay for ol' patriot.
(my brother came up with the name Ol' Patriot,
with the guidelines of 'dorky, yet reliable.')