Further yeti evidence

Since I am now down to one pair of raggedy black flip flops that I wear for all occasions including work (justified by the cheap rhinestones attached to the thong strap), I ventured out into the wild west today (read: outlets) to find some sandals on sale.

Apparently, I'm a few weeks late for this because what was left was not exactly my style...

...and worse yet, to add on to my flat-foot status which makes shoe shopping difficult anyway, these were the only ones they have in my new Bigfoot size. I'm no longer a 9.5. I've swollen to a whopping size 11 because...

I truly am a yeti and I really do exist.