Beauty is pain

Exhibit A:

I love these shoes. Love 'em. They're cute and stylish and little uncomfortable. Seems that's just about all a good high heel should be.

After standing in them, passing out hors d'oeuvres for two hours, my feet look like this:

But if my feet had a face, they would use it to express themselves in this manner:

Not to worry, feet. I have just the thing.

Beauty is sometimes painful, but brownies with ice cream are always delicious. Balance is restored, and all is well.