battle of the bootie

the booties looked innocent enough. she knew better.  last sunday she struggled and sweat over the left bootie.  in the end she had given up in favour of time and went with the now floppy mustard flats.  today she had more time for a bootie war.  she shoved her foot in as far as her high arch would allow and then she used her stubby curled toes to inch and shimmy her foot all the way to the toe of the boot. this was the easy part.  next she grabbed handfuls of the loose material at the top of the boot and yanked upwards propelling her heel into place.  after some strain the heel popped into place.  a few more yanks and pulls and the extra boot material was free of the heel.  now for the troublesome left bootie.  it was her last sunday at her home church before christmas so she was wearing her deep red velvet jacket with bright red lips and pinky purple eyes.  this boot would not defeat her today.  remembering her friend's advice she moved to the kitchen chair and sat down.  "sometimes i sit down when putting on my boots", annabella had said.  she quickly repeated the shove, wiggle, and yank techniques she had used on the right foot.  however the material was not budging.  it remained tucked behind her heel which had not fully been able to 'pop' into place.  she reestablished a good grip of the material on either side of the boot.  she took a deep breath.  she grit her teeth and gave the mightiest, longest pull on the boot.  she felt her fingernails start to curl back under the strain but she kept pulling.  her arms trembled with the strain--she kept pulling.  there! the material gave way a little!  she stood up and put her left foot on the chair, grabbed new handfuls, and puuuullllllled. she put her whole back into it. sweat literally beaded on her brow.  and then...it happened. the heel shifted down and the material shifted free.  and that is how she won the battle of the bootie.