Tonight as I was doing the dinner dishes James called me on his way home from work. He told me that my Sunday shoes looked like crap and that when he got home he would take care of the kids and put them to bed so that I could go shopping.
I was so excited to go shopping without that big, cumbersome double stroller. I'm sure the other shoppers wondered what my deal was when they saw the stupid grin on my face as I effortlessly went up and down the escalator. Going in and out of dressing rooms was wonderful too. Usually I have to make like a 12 point turn to get in and out of them. (All the while bumping into walls and leaving a trail of raisins and goldfish crackers as I go.)
Here's what I got
The brown shoes look like they're wearing naughty lingerie and I like that.
7 hours ago