Rubber Sole Soul Sole Soul Sole
I lost the heel of my cowboy boot last night.
Not the entire heel, just the rubber sole.
My father said as I lost my heel, I lost my footing.
Which is the absolute truth because I have no idea where I was last night.
Wait, strike that.
I do know, I just did not want to know.
Oh well, adieu old rubber sole.
Must go to shoe repair.
Rubber Sole meet Rubber Soul :)
Not the entire heel, just the rubber sole.
My father said as I lost my heel, I lost my footing.
Which is the absolute truth because I have no idea where I was last night.
Wait, strike that.
I do know, I just did not want to know.
Oh well, adieu old rubber sole.
Must go to shoe repair.
Rubber Sole meet Rubber Soul :)
posted by vanillabirdies at
1:01 PM
5 Comments:
Everyone loses their footing sometime...but your SOUL is intact...and you do indeed have a Fine Soul...
Let's talk about where you were. Shall we? Talk about leaving footprints behind. You took that to a whole new level.
Have a great week! :)
You definitely aren't slipping. As usual a delight to read the rambles.
We saw Cirque Du Solleil's "LOVE" while in Vegas. All Beatles and just plain fun. The audience definitely did not want to go home.
Hurrah! I'm glad you guys all had a blast in vegas :)
VB,
Please pop in and wave your hands in the air so we know all is well. NYC may have a million stories, but you are the one we want to hear about.
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