Death of a shoe

Notice the heel on this shoe: it is BROKEN. Tear.

What happened? Well, interesting story. I borrowed Jackson's FJ Cruiser to take to a continuing education course at the University of Denver. (I have a student parking pass in my car so I cannot park during the day without getting an expensive ticket. Silly. I know.) Anyway, I'm driving down I-25 in the fast lane at about 77 mph when all of the sudden a truck cuts in front of me. The driver was not paying attention. (He was texting, I'm certain.) Then all of the sudden he SLAMS his breaks. I SLAM my breaks too, but I'm just not stopping as quickly as I'd like to and I'm panicking- certain that I'm going into the back of his pickup truck.

Well, praise the LORD above, I was able to swerve and miss the guy. Also, somehow, the person behind me didn't hit me. Amazing. I did, however, BREAK MY HEEL SLAMMING ON THE BREAKS!!!! GRRR!!!!!!!! Those were my favorite work heels. I also hit my bad knee on the dash and it is really sore. I also cracked my head on a bar that is there to help you climb into the beast of a vehicle. AND my iPhone went flying (I was NOT on the phone or texting) and got all cracked and beat up.

All in all, I was super blessed not to hit the guy, but I certainly still got banged up. Sigh. Such is life.

My loving husband arranged a massage for me for tomorrow and we're going to go replace my little shoes, too. What a guy!