I'm tormented by shoes.
Middle Sister woke up in harpy mode, so I got the hell out of here for a while. Grocery shopping done. Good, right? NO.
Why, oh why, did I go look at shoes? Yes, I needed to kill a little more time before she went to work, but SHOES?!? Gah...
Michael Kors strappy black platform sandals with metal studs on top. THOSE ARE MINE! MADE JUST FOR ME! AND I CAN'T HAVE THEM!
I almost ask the woman milling around beside me if she'd buy them just so I'd KNOW they were gone and wouldn't haunt me the rest of the week.
My sister is to blame for this. Total blame to her.
Why, oh why, did I go look at shoes? Yes, I needed to kill a little more time before she went to work, but SHOES?!? Gah...
Michael Kors strappy black platform sandals with metal studs on top. THOSE ARE MINE! MADE JUST FOR ME! AND I CAN'T HAVE THEM!
I almost ask the woman milling around beside me if she'd buy them just so I'd KNOW they were gone and wouldn't haunt me the rest of the week.
My sister is to blame for this. Total blame to her.