I'm getting a new hip.
Hip replacement. For real?
Jeeze Louise . . .
Somehow I just can't think of myself as being old enough to need new body parts.
'Course, I do thank my lucky stars that I was never one of those people who would moan "oh my GAWD, I'm old!" on every birthday.
I can't help but roll my eyes when I hear someone say this - especially when that poor old soul is like 40 years old.
I mean . . .
Bless his/her heart.
I'm 69, so I guess I need to face up to the fact that it is, indeed, time to start replacing tired old joints.
If it helps me walk better and refrain from moaning, "GAWD, I am old . . . " so be it.
I mean (in case you hadn't heard), I'm going back to Paris! Paris is no place to be if you can't walk. And walk. And walk . . .
Including a LOT of stairs.
But anyway . . .
Since I'm one who can rationalize anything, hip replacement surgery sent me scurrying for new boots.
New hip. New boots.
Why? Hell, I don't know.
Any excuse for new boots maybe.
What did I find?
Welllllll, lemme tell ya.
I found Sam Edelman black velvet thigh high boots.
AND, they were on sale.
A very very good sale . . .
And, if you like 'em, I'll tell you where I found them.
Then run run run here and buy you some new boots - even if you aren't getting a new hip!