I was feeling kind of in the pits today for no apparent reason. Must be the pull of the earth in my zone. Or my co-worker asking me for a ride home, a place I’ve never been to. I hate it when someone’s car breaks down and I’m one of the first people asked for a ride. I’m an easy target for these! (Do I look too easy or nice? Game for anything? A push over?) It’s not that I’m being rude, I’ll give anybody a ride anytime to lend a hand….good karma, y’know! But let’s put it this way, I’m the world’s most geographically-challenged individual, with internal compasses so way out of whack no matter how hard I try (pair that with extremely-challenged reflexes and my not exactly stellar driving skills — or lack thereof)…..get the drift!

So I took off while the hubs is playing softball with his buddies. Destination: Shopping! (a familiar place I can drive to). These shoes purred right at me from the rack. It called me by my first name. And middle. And last. My childhood endearment. Okay. So I pounced on it like it was the most brilliant answer to the oil spill problem (ooops pardon me, but yeah I’ve been praying they find a better solution soon). I’ve been looking for a fab pair of leopard prints anyway, high-heeled-stiletto-platform-on-the-front pumps, specifically those which did not involve animal cruelty nor sacrifice in any form. Perfect fit! I’m happy now. The price wasn’t bad either.

Thank God for side jobs. Now I need to get back to work and beat some article deadlines. At home, til midnight.

Til next shoe…uhrm…time!