Do not buy new shoes to wear to a dance.
I am famous for this blunder. And guess what? I did it again today. I bought a cute little pair of flats to wear to this event and I know by the end of the night my heels are going to look like raw hamburger. I thought about the pain when I picked up the shoes, I thought about the blisters while I was paying for them and I'm thinking of how sore my feet will be walking into church tomorrow. But it's all about how cute the shoes are. Isn't it? Because, if it's not, then I'm just an idiot.