"You have a lot of shoes." I have, maybe, five pair of shoes.
Bwah!
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"You have a lot of shoes." I have, maybe, five pair of shoes.
Bwah!
"You have a lot of shoes." I have, maybe, five pair of shoes.
Oh my. How little he knows.
I have a silly number, but that's mainly because I don't think I have ever, of my own volition, thrown out a pair of shoes. I stop wearing them, but I have trouble throwing them out.
"You have a lot of shoes." I have, maybe, five pair of shoes.
Bwah-ha-ha-ha!
That's so ... not me.
Hmph. I've been with my Ethan longer than that, and nobody took me to a spa.
Hee. But they've been together for 8 years and are JUST getting married.
Did they just get out of prison? Or maybe they were maroonrd on a desert island for eight years? Because then I can see where they might need a little pampering. Otherwise, I"m kind of baffled at what one has to do with the other.
Hmm. This ties into my theory about conservative policy-making, which is that they legislate for the world they want to live in in the belief that this will cause the world to live up to it.
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I love the look of Nine West shoes, but they're too narrow on me now, and I always manage to kill them.
I'm the same way, Emily. I've only successfully gotten rid of shoes that I truly cannot squeeze onto my feet any more, or that have, in fact, grown mold. Strangely, falling apart does not necessarily qualify.
They're mostly too narrow on me too, but I can get away with the sandals. I don't expect to do too much walking in these anyway.
Someone remind me in an hour that I need to buy a new black strapless bra and a pair of black stockings on my way home tonight.
Happy anniversary, Jessica and DH!
I love those shoes! Just may have to get me a pair.... Emily and I have the same issues--I still have shoes from high school that I can't throw out even though I wouldn't dream of wearing them again.
Speaking of shoes: My wedding shoes, in silver
Did they just get out of prison? Or maybe they were maroonrd on a desert island for eight years? Because then I can see where they might need a little pampering. Otherwise, I"m kind of baffled at what one has to do with the other.
Personally, I don't see it either, but, whatever. It's on Saturday and then it's done and I don't have to deal with it anymore.