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Sarah at Christmas

Monday, March 20, 2017

She thought about this at church?


Sarah went to church yesterday and did a no no. She didn't worship. She drooled. What over? Shoes, of course.  She saw a lady walk gracefully down the aisle in these things, and Sarah was filled with envy. She had to kneel barefooted to confess her thoughts.


Aren't these black heels adorable? Platforms too. So lovely. Sarah loves heels.

Here's a pair Sarah bought  for herself, but she hasn't learned to walk in them.


Shoes are her weakness.  She usually travels barefoot as she zooms through the skies, but when masquerading as a human lady, she wants to wear cute, high heels.

Sarah is petite and thinks these thingies will make her look tall and elegant.

But she never appears elegant when she falls down in them.


Here's and excerpt from 
Sarah and the Scary Ferris Wheel

Sarah has hidden beneath the table as Brittany and Robert have a romantic dinner.

While she ate, Sarah kept glancing at Brittany’s shoes.  My stars!  Those heels were cute. They weren’t red, but green was nice too.

As she polished off the potato and thought about the stilettos, the server brought the couple's order to the table. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“How about refilling our water? I guess we’re thirsty tonight.”

“Certainly sir.”  

With water glasses filled, and her charges eating their meal, Sarah finished her own food and eyed the shoes once more. Wonder if she could walk in them?  No one would see her under here.  No, she really shouldn’t.  Oh why not?  It was an ideal chance to wear those thingies, and she wanted to so badly.

She grew from her inch size to stand about a foot tall—short enough to wear six inchers without banging her head on the table.  She then slipped her feet into Brittany's heels. Wow! They felt incredible. 

After taking a few small steps, her heart rate increased with newfound confidence.  This hidden area made an ideal location for acquiring new earthly skills.  She placed a hand on her hip and pretended to be a runway model.

Unbelievable.  This was heaven under a table.

Uh-oh.  Get a grip. Stop the ankles from wobbling. Could she be falling? No! Not again.
In an effort to break the tumble, Sarah grabbed the white tent with both hands and fell flat on her bottom—pulling the tablecloth down with her. Dishes of food and glasses of water plunged into the laps of her charges.

“Wha…” Brittany yelped as she pushed her chair back.

“Holy Mackerel” Robert picked fish out of his trousers.

With hot cheeks that had to be red if anyone saw them, Sarah vanished.

***
Sarah floated high above the couple as they returned to the hospital parking lot to retrieve their vehicles, they swung hands and laughed about the restaurant experience.

Glancing down at her clothing, Brittany shook her head. “Why is it that a date with you requires extra laundry when I get home?”

“Beats me. And that poor server.  He had to turn in that fish order again.  Did you see his face?  He was mortified.”

“It wasn’t his fault.” Brittany broke up again with laughter. “Actually I can’t imagine how it happened.”

Sarah squeezed her eyes shut.  She knew how it had come about.  So did the Superiors.