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Who loses shoes?



I was talking to one of my best friends today and I realized that I may not be hanging around with the right kind of people.

Let me explain...

I am VERY choosey lately who I let in to my circle. If you get to hang out with me and my friends...you're welcome! We are nothing short of spectacular, or at least I thought that we were.

Until I saw this...
Borrowed photo from The Wine Chronicles and from a text my friend Jill sent me!

Now let me ask you this, who the HELL has ever just lost a shoe? 

I have never been having so much fun that:
1). my shoe flew off 
2). I said "ah, what the hell. I don't need it anyway!"

I must care about my shoes far more than some of the other people out there! I would never leave one of my precious babies in the middle of the road to fend for itself. And I spend too much money on my shoes to just throw then around all willy-nilly!
However, that being said...I could be convinced if (and only IF) I was having fun beyond all comprehension.
But alas, it has never happened. 
I blame my friends. 

Step it up girls, we need to create enough chaos to lose some shoes, bitches!

If that has ever happened to you, I would love to hear all the details. 
Because clearly my friends and I are not creating enough of a good time that our shoes just fly off and land in the road!!
Borrowed photo from ShutterStock

And side note:
If you are having a great time and decide to lose any Steve Maddens, please lose both in a size 8, preferably near my house!

Also, I don't own these images, I am just borrowing them from people far more talented than I am. 
Red shoe Photo Credits: 
Creator: Richard Gillin
Copyright: © Richard Gillin
https://www.flickr.com/photos/photoverulam/45276703751

 Pink Shoe Photo Credit:
https://www.shutterstock.com/image-photo/pink-high-shoes-abandoned-wild-nature-542035159

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