I hate Kelly's shoes.

All day long Kelly whined about her shoes. Then as we were walking down the hallway to my apartment after work, Kelly goes, "My shoes are suddenly slippery."

It was a bloodbath.


Megan was sad, too. Kelly's serious injuries meant we were forced to abandon our plans of a nacho-and-sangria dinner at Alero down the street. Defrosted cheesecake for dinner again.