Shoe lust killed natter D-E-D.

Never underestimate the fatal power of shoe lust.

I need to buy shoes. But probably only replacements for my Montrail trail runners. I realized slipping and sliding on the ice the other week that my present shoes are getting worn at the heels even if the uppers are still OK, and that's increasing the likelihood of falling. So that can stir my cheap soul to do the calculation that paying for new shoes would probably be a lot less expensive than paying doctor's bills for a painful fall.

Tom, I stubbed my toe real real bad (as in painful to walk, swelling, spectacular purple bruise) and asked my insurance's nurse practicioner line what to do -- stay off it for a day, buddy-tape it firmly, ice every two hours. If it doesn't get better after a couple of days, it's a good idea to see a doctor, but for most bad stubs/minor breaks this will save a lot of $$$.

Shoe lust killed natter D-E-D.

I suddenly have billable work to do, for the first time this week. So, you know.... actual work.

Also, I found some mail in the snow that was for the Burger King down the street. I brought them their mail, and the manager was so excited (some of it was important) that he gave me a shitload of Burger King coupons.

So, now I have a bunch of Burger King coupons.

Un, yay?

Never underestimate the fatal power of shoe lust.

I never grokked shoe lust until I lived in a post-imperialist country.

Makes me wanna go back to Praça Rossio just to get some new boots.

I suddenly have billable work to do, for the first time this week.

I have billable work to do. Unfortunately, it involves some gigantor files that take forever and a day to load, and an eternity to rasterize.

I know the shoe lust well. I buy shoes just because I love them and then have to buy whole new outfits to go with them- most recently blue jeweled strappy numbers.

I need new black boots to replace the ones I'm wearing today. I discovered this morning that the seam in the back is starting to give. Overstock has some cute ones, but for much more than I paid for these.

I was lusting over some boots a while back, and told my husband that I loved them but I didn't have anything to wearthem with. He told me that obviously I needed to get the boots and then get an outfit to wear with them and I really wasn't very good at this justifying my shopping very well, was I?

Somehow, I still haven't bought those boots.

Skipping 1200 messages, so...

Something happened to lori's toes? I got the package, btw. Made my ears and eyes very happy.

Belated sympathies to billytea.

I'm back, fighting with my isp to try to upload pictures of the cutest nephew in the world. Who calls me Sair.

I think the isp is winning. Eventually, I'll have pictures. In the meantime, I have a killer headache.

Birmingham was cold, which is just Not Right. Didn't see much beyond the inside of my brother's place. Oh & the Vulcan.

My nephew is adorable. Did I mention that already? Because he is. And he knows how to use socket wrenches. And still loves HoHo (santa,) Shrek, Elmo, cars and his popaws.(grandfathers.) And sticking his finger up his nose.

Neat kid. With the entire Little People collection. It is somewhat appalling. SIL & her family go overboard on stuff a bit.

There was some interfamily friction, but we survived it.

Heather, a shoe repair place can mend your boot seam. Won't solve the shoe lust, but will save some cash.