Pin pulling party

Tomorrow is the day. The day that I have been waiting for for almost three and a half months. Since that fateful fall from grance. No thanks to a bartender and two bottles of a really good spanish wine. I get my screw and last pin removed from my foot. The pin by the way that has almost made it's way to the outside of my skin. gross. But yeah, they come out and I will be able to wear real shoes again. Maybe not black patent leather three inch Steve Maddens, but shoes. I should write a letter the the Madden company though and tell them that even after a fall from three flights of stairs with three shattered metatarsals, a Lisfranc, and a Jones fracture, the shoes remained unscathed. He makes a damn sturdy shoe. Beautiful and tough little things those heels are.