The Shoes Lasted Most of the Night

December 13th, 2008

I am impressed with the shoes. And the shoe stretcher. And maybe we can all give me some of that credit too. I wore the shoes.

On Thursday I could barely walk to the other side of the office and I made it maybe three hours total with them on. On Friday, after the right shoe sat in the shoe stretcher over night and the left one for several hours, I was able to put them on at 6 and I took them off at around 10 or 11. I think. In all honesty I don’t know what time I took them off, as my watch did not match the outfit, so I didn’t wear it, but I know that I danced a lot and most of the dancing was done in shoes.

I don’t have pictures of the shoes, but here’s a link.

Now I will stop talking about them.

The party was fun: Food, drinks, games, prizes, and dancing. I haven’t gone dancing in at least 8 years. I had forgotten how much fun it is. Remember those high school dances where everyone sat around on the gymnasium bleachers, just watching the cool kids dance? And by cool kids I mean the ones who were smart enough to know that it was more fun to dance than to stand on the side judging. (Although I did my fair share of judging too…) Well this was kind of like that, except I’m still a dork despite the amount of time I spent on the dance floor.

Thankful for a super snowy snow day today, which I am using to nurse my hangover.

The Shoes

December 12th, 2008

Am I not capable of talking about anything but the shoes these days? If you know me in real life you’ll know that the answer is no. It’s just the shoes that I’m talking about.

They don’t fit.

They weren’t cheap and they don’t fit.

Jim got me a shoe stretcher and the right one will sit on the stretcher overnight in hopes that there will be some sort of Festivus miracle and in the morning it will fit, because dammit, these shoes are hot and I really really want them to fit.

At least the dress fits.

Cheaper than a puppy

July 28th, 2008

We went camping with the puppy cult/dog snobs this weekend. We had a great time, but we are the only ones with a two-year old, so we spent most of the weekend being anti-social at our own campsite instead of with the rest of the group at site #10.  (We missed you guys even though we were right there!)

Last night jim’s phone started vibrating madly and never really stopped. Not like the vibration that you get when your phone rings, but a continuous buzzing. And then it died. Of course, it died when he was out in the middle of the night and I had no way of contacting him… Anyhow the consensus this morning was that the phone had died. So our plan was that he would get my phone and I would get a new phone. Except I couldn’t find my phone.

After some serious searching, we figured out where it was: jim was kind enough to throw my cell into the washing machine.

So we had to replace two phones. Luckily the boy at fido was able to see beyond the fact that jim’s phone was a month and a day out of it’s warranty period, so we only had to pay for my phone. Which is shiny. And pretty. And an iPhone.

And totally cheaper than that second dog I keep fantasizing about.