No, not high-heels as the detail to complete a stylish outfit.
Far from it.
Heels of bread. Lots of them. Each pair in its own individual bread bag, scattered throughout my fridge.
There was no school today, so we decided to go on a (cheap) family outing. We headed to a state park, and wanted to take a picnic lunch. But I was “out” of bread.
Out of bread we’ll eat. Because, I’m still not enough of a grown-up to eat the heels. As I scrounged around, hoping to find enough pieces to put together some sandwiches, I ended up pulling out five empty-except-for-heels bread bags.
Really . . . no explanation is needed here, right?
My detail for the day: Consolidating them into one bag for duck food, and throwing the other bags away.
We stopped by the store for a new loaf on the way to the park.
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