A Foul Bauble of Woman’s Vanity

So, seminar went well, even with little preparation, but I now have two bloody socks to contend with, as my new (attractive but deadly) girl shoes have decided to give me blisters unseen since the Boer War trench-foot epidemic. Oy. Why? Why?

So I am resting up in my office until I can force the stumps of raw hamburger that were once my feet back into the iron maidens for the final leg of my trek home.

But, yes, I was a hit, despite the pain-fueled rant desire, and I am feeling cautiously optimistic about the Big Show next week in Vancouver.

Onward and upward!
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