I'm hell on heels say what you will
I've done made the devil a deal,
He made me pretty
He made me smart
and I'm gonna break me a million hearts
I'm hell on heels baby I'm coming for you
First off, I love this song and more importantly I love Miranda's new band, Pistol Annie's...I just had to throw that out there.
A few days ago at work, one of our former patients stopped in just to say hi, we probably haven't seen him in about six or eight months or so. It's always nice to see former patients and I love for them to stop by and visit and for us to see how they are doing and if they have progressed
What I don't like. Is the fact that the majority of said patients that come back and visit always ask one question.
"So, are you married yet?" when I answer no, it's always followed by, "Why, not?"
First of all, if I knew the answer to that question...then maybe I would be freakin married. What the hell kind of question is that to ask a person anyway?
Then my boss says that I am "hard to handle"
I have no idea what that is supposed to mean. I am not anywhere near hard to handle...at least I don't think so anyway....then I got to thinking...maybe I am hard to handle...maybe I am just a little bit Hell on Heels .
Miranda Lambert is hell on heels and it worked for her, she married Blake Shelton...now I just need to find a guy like him.
If being "hard to handle" means that a women is independent, knows what she wants, knows who she is and what she is looking for...then I will greatly take that title.
Fast forward to this morning.
I took Bella to her grooming appointment, it was way past time to get her hair did, little girl looks like a hot mess, her hair is all crazy. While I was waiting in line, I read her card. At the top of the card in big bold letters it read.
"Hard to handle"
Not even kidding.
My dog...hard to handle??
Coincidence...I think not ; )
We're just hell on heels, baby and we're coming for you!