a peek inside the fishbowl

1) Laundry

2) Figure out this computer thing

3) Work

4) Mess in front hallway

5) Mess in office area

6) Mess in living room (decorate mantel?)

7) Mess in dining room

7) Dinner??

Honey, if you love me you’ll bring me sushi.

p.s. the boots rocked the house (okay, rocked MY house) on Saturday night. The pointy shoes stayed home. Sorry to disappoint ye voting masses! The party was fun, not as fun as the Year of the Crossdressing Singers, but fun nonetheless.

I tried on eleventy million pairs of boots this morning, fueled by nothing but keen desire, one oat bar, and two lattes.

And guess what I found out? I have a freakish foot:calf ratio. My feet are large and my calves are lovely and slender. 

I was composing this post in my head as I shopped. At one point I was in the Winners at Bayshore (the second Winners I’d been to) and I was already sketching out the whole scenario as it was playing out:

“I rounded the corner and saw there was a huge clearance section, [this part was true] I scanned the piles of shoes, there was one pair of boots [this part was true], and they were size ten! [this part was true] I tried them one and they were perfect! [this part was less true] And then I checked the price tag, and realized they were the $300.00 boots Marla had pointed out, but they were marked down to $49.99!! [total and complete fiction]”

Alas, it was not meant to be.

The perfect boot is perfectly elusive:

– tall & dressy
– slim/sleek (fitted around the calf)
– slim heel
– not too shiny
– no extra straps/jewels/chains attached
– no slouch effect
– not pointy, I need a more rounded or even squared off toe otherwise I look like a jester
– midsize heel
– black
– comfortable

Perhaps I’m asking too much. I give up. I’m wearing the shoes in the original post. They’re the ones I like best. Sans hose.