“When you are dead, we can have your high-heels.”
— Beenie, 5/11/10
Words and images from a frustrated artist raising twins.
Words and images from a frustrated artist raising twins.
“When you are dead, we can have your high-heels.”
— Beenie, 5/11/10
20 Fingers, 20 Toes 
perhaps you should give them the heels now, so they don’t kill you in your sleep….
So many reasons this post rocks, the first of which is your last post on noticing our mortality, and another of which is Rebecca’s comment. Enjoy those heels, Beenie. Enjoy you little Edward Goreys, Mama.
good thing our wood floors are old and very creaky. i need to be able to protect myself when they sneak out of their room in the middle of the night. to kill me for my shoes.
Aren’t there enough heels to go around?
this is horrifically funny. it’s so traumatic when you realize that your parents will die some day. but then you realize you get all their stuff…