tindra

I am just like cinderella...except for the blonde hair, the evil stepmother, the evil stepsisters, the prince charming, the ball, the gowns, the fairy godmother....but aside from that, I'm just like her.

The other day I did the dreaded clothing exchange with my ex. If you haven't been through this, it's the part of the relationship where we break up, vow never to speak to one another again and give back each others things. We ended up having to use my car, not because he had left a lot at my place but because I had, well in his mind an entire wardrobe at his place. I really didn't see it. Three pairs of pants, five skirts, two dresses, ten shirts, undergarments and five pairs of shoes. I'm sorry but that's not a wardrobe, that' enough for a weekend trip! Anyhow, we did the exchange and I got all my stuff back, he got his back (after I trained the cat to pee on his underware)...no problems.

A few days later, I walk towards the front of my building when I see a shoe. It's got a four inch heel is black and white tweed with lime green piping,; basically a rare shoe. "Hey, I have the same shoe as that" I say to myself. I unlock the building and start heading upstairs when I gasp. That's my shoe! I run down and retrieve it from the garden and go back into my flat. Sure enough, I'ts the missing shoe to my pair. I exhale a huge sigh of relief. I managed to save my shoe. And if I do remember correctly it was the ex that was carrying the bag of my shoes into my flat, so I'm blaming him for just about losing one of my shoes. And that is why I'm like cinderella. I lost a shoe!