When there's a shoe sale for $5 and $7? I mean, come on? This coming from the lady who's worn the same pair of flip flops for 2 years straight?
And yes, I called myself a "lady". Some tweens called me that the other day. It did not sit well with me. But I digress. . .
One gigantic box. One cheap shipping price. Doesn't this get better and better?
I let the boys open them for me, 'cause kids love to open,
even if it's boring woman-shoes inside.
They made a disaster of the joint in 10 seconds flat.
I only bought like,
1 or 2,
or 3 or 4,
or 11. This last pair reminds me of the shoes I used to play dress-up in in the 80's. Ooh how we've come full-circle.
These are my fave:
Ooh I heart you!
And you too. . .
don't feel left out. I promptly tried them both on, and I just couldn't. . . squish. . . my fat . . .feet. . .
They don't fit. Do. Not.
I guess that's good 'cause I didn't buy them for me. Now I don't have to be an indian-giver.
Also, is there a less offensive term than that?