Only a Fool's Here

I've been obsessed with these boots for a really long time.

They're so adorable! I've always wanted a pair of wellies and how cute are those???

I knew I'd wear them about once every three months, so I really didn't need them. Somehow I was able to control my impulse shopping.

But then they had these wellies with tweed. Also adorable. Fur lined. Cute. They finally went on sale and when they were only eight bucks, how could I continue to resist???

I read that the weather was going to be crappy on Monday. I got up early and slid into my wellies, excited to get use out of them so soon.

My excitement was really unwarranted. Sure it was cold, but the weather wasn't so bad. Did I sound stupid walking around in wellies all day? Yes.

No really. I think some people call them galoshes because that's the sound they make when you walk.

Today, I rolled out of bed entirely too late. I'm telling you this place is cold! It's so hard to get out of bed when you know you will be instantly frozen in place!

I slipped on my shoes and headed out the door and found ice. Lots of glorious ice covering my car.

And I was one of those people I hate. I drove away with a small bit of my windshield cleaned off. It was horrible.

But I couldn't help it! I used all of my de-icer spray just to try to soften the ice! And then when I got my de-icer wiper fluid out of the trunk, I struggled for five minutes to get the stupid thing open just to realize the whole jug was frozen solid.

I hate mornings like this! These are the days I seriously consider moving to San Francisco where the weather is always the same-ish. Certainly never icy! And I didn't get any use out of my wellies!!!

Moral of the story? Get out of bed and look out the window!!!

Like Toy Soldiers

So there's a big family party coming up. And of course, crazy family that we are, we're all in a tizzy.

My biggest concern: What shall I wear?

I have these shoes. I got them at Target for seven bucks.

I've worn them once.

But they're really cute and would look swell with the outfits I have in mind.

They're high corky platformy heels with black patenty leathery criss cross peep-toe action.

I figured since I'll be on my feet a lot, I'd better break them in. Especially since I'm not used to heels anymore. I pretty much live in flip-flops, now. So I wore them to work today and towered over everyone.

The shoes aren't as uncomfortable as I thought they would be. I walked around more than normal and didn't really have any trouble. But I'm just not sure they'd be great dancing shoes.

As I drove home, I thought about the shoes. They'd look so cute! I could do it! Right! I could wear these heels without falling over, right?

Right!

Well, at least I knew what shoes I would be wearing!

I made my way home and started across the street to my building. I had to wait for a car to pass and noticed a girl by her car in the parking lot.

I made my way through the lot and suddenly one of my feet just stopped. "Oh!" I said as I started the long long descent down to the ground.

I tried to stop myself by putting out my other foot and it just kinda flopped on the big heel.

So WHAM! Down onto my knee and then my hands. I fell hard. I'm pretty sure I caused an earthquake.

I started laughing, knowing I had an audience. Yet the girl in the parking lot went about her business. She didn't ask if I was okay. She didn't even look at me.

Maybe she didn't see it.

More likely, she's just a jackass!

She'd fit right in with my family!

Which reminds me . . . now I really don't know what to wear!