It's funny, because I'd been thinking of sketchers as mom shoes, because my mom wears them

Thats is also funny, because I was thinking of sketchers at too young for me, based on the fact that the college girls actually know that they are sketchers and wear them too!

I have to confess that these are so much the perfect shoes for me that I have an impulse to buy a brazilion pair in each color, just in case. Sort of like Elaine with the sponges on Seinfeld.

I wish boys had a topic like shoes. Maybe it would be sports. I don't speak sports, though. My life has been been filled with moments where some dude goes "How about those Seahawks?", and I have to stare at him blankly, wondering why this guy wants to talk about terns, before the football ref kicks in.

Oh god. I've been driven off the couch. Mister Kitty is lying there and farting the most toxic of farts. I swear. There is no excuse for that.

The shoes I bought this weekend: [link] (in toffee)

I am wearing those shoes right now! In black.

Allyson, we are shoe twins! (And Sophia too!) I also wear mine at work. They totally work with skirts. I bought them at DSW in NY with msbelle and my friend Christine.

My feet are reverse pointy. And I'm very partial to mary janes.

Sara and I are foot twins.

Cat Farts and Shoes.

My next nomination for a Natter thread Name.

There is no excuse for that.

Bad cat chow?

I am overweight and I have a large forehead. And yet, I have the utter temerity to consider myself reasonably attractive. In the real world, with other real people in it.

If I were putting up a sultry photo of my narcissistic hot self on the Web? I would wear something pretty, not a grandma dress and clunky shoes and glasses, and not sit on the fucking floor in what is undoubtedly a sparsely furnished charmless apartment with ugly carpet. Trying to look sultry in that situation just makes you look ridiculous. The woman is crazy.

Bad cat chow?

Nope! He's on prescription food for diabetic cats and the treat food he gets hasn't changed. He just sometimes gets The Gas, and it is horrific. Of course, any change in, um, output from this cat has me fretting these days, since the Mystery Illness.

Sue can buy shoes for me too.FTR, Fluevogs non-french fashion word (?) fit my feet well. Spendy, but really nice and very well made.

not sit on the fucking floor in what is undoubtedly a sparsely furnished charmless apartment with ugly carpet

THANK YOU! I don't care how self-absorbed you (err, her) are, posing with the cable outlet does not make you hawt.

He just sometimes gets The Gas, and it is horrific.

I think it's safe to say that he's not alone.