We are soaring to new heights for this Friday’s Happy Hour as I’m finding it hard to turn my attention away from the Cirque show the hubby and I will be catching later tonight. It’ll be MJ all the way this evening and I just want to put on my dancing shoes and jam out to P.Y.T. until my neighbors bang on the wall for mercy (they totally deserve it).
In honor of the sequined moon-walker, I give you the high heels I’m pretty sure Michael was singing about.
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