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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm sitting here, eating leftover takeout from Ruby Tuesday, wondering when my feet will stop being swollen, and tired as all heck. Rose and I went to Michigan to border-shop and have a day out on a mini road trip. My feet have been swollen I think since yesterday and now they are starting to bother me. This of course, is mostly because I was trying on a bunch of shoes today and none fit (which is sad because I'm down in Southern Ontario and it's summer weather and all I want to do is wear flip flops or summer shoes).

My feet (and please indulge me here for a second) are so swollen, that I cannot differentiate between my ankle and my foot, that's how wide they are. When I am standing up and leaning forward with my feet flat on the ground, creases appear on the front of my ankles. I don't know why this is happening, although I suspect it's all the time spent in the car, driving but it's annoying. Especially when I want to have nice pretty feet to go with my nice pretty summer outfits. It's a sad, sad thing.

I got in trouble crossing the border again today. Well, I should say that Rose got into trouble on my behalf. I forgot we stopped at a shoe store and bought shoes, so I forgot to tell them that a reciept existed. We had to go over to customs and let the border guards rifle through everything as though we were running drugs or meeting with our secret contacts of the American Indian Movement, although in Rose's case she would be meeting with the Black Panthers. And I know that border guards have to be cautious and be alert, but they don't have to pretend to be the Alpha males (when they are clearly not) and be complete a-holes even when you tell them you are just going to visit some friends.

So in the end, Rose was told very very sternly that she will get a big penalty the next time she doesn't claim something when she crosses the border. And we're talking a difference of 50 bucks here, guys. I'm glad that they are concerned about the second pair of shoes we bought, and not the two sixty ouncers of booze we had stashed back there. Ok, kidding about the booze.

In the end, the most satisfying part of the trip was our dinner at Ruby Tuesday. I am sure there are plenty of people out there that think the place sucks, but we truly had a great meal. The fruit iced teas were sublime. I had cherry, then strawberry while Rose stuck with mango. Little bits of fruit in the tea were amazing. The dinners themselves were amazing, and I mean that not jsut because I haven't seen a decent head of broccoli in a few months, but because they were well plated, served and totally cooked to perfection.

ok, maybe that was a little bit of gushing there. back to feet gazing.

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