Today was my day off work, and instead of doing fun stuff like picking mulberries, I went shopping instead. I bought a new pair of shoes. If you’re wondering why on earth I’m showing you my new shoes, there are a couple of things you need to understand about my life.
First, my household consists of myself, my husband, and our two sons. Don’t forget to add my husband’s identical twin and all the other boys hanging out at my house. There is so much testosterone flying around this place, I’m surprised I’m not growing hair on my chest.
The other thing you need to know about me is that I absolutely hate to shop. I hate to shop for anything, but I especially hate to shop for clothes. I consider clothes shopping a torturous experience, and I avoid it whenever possible.
I tried to show my new shoes to my guys but they looked at me like I had lost my mind, rolled their eyes, and made a few grunting noises.
See my new shoes! Aren’t they pretty? Just in case your taste doesn’t run along the same lines as mine, you don’t have to answer that.
You want to know what’s really funny? Out of 365 days of the year I probably wear shoes MAYBE 60 days out of the year. Most of that 60 days involves walking in tennis shoes trying to do something about the love affair food has with my hips and thighs. The rest of the time I’m running around in my bare feet. Even at work. Even in winter. Remind me again why I bought a pair of designer slingbacks.