Shoes, Glorious Shoes!

Yeah I know, it should read food and not shoes. But, see, I am getting shoes and that makes me oh so very excited. Courtesy of my Maman. She has gone hog wild on my child and apparently the guilt of not getting me anything has hit her like a ton of bricks. All which spells "HOORAY!!!" for me. I love shoes. I truly love them. Like ice cream. Or chocolate. Or men. But I have shoes that have lasted me longer than any guy so perhaps that was an insult to my shoes!

I am a certified shoe ho and not afraid to admit it. I don't buy them for myself. I have a kid, people. All my disposable and juggled cash goes to provisioning the widget. So the fact that I am getting new shoes is making weak in the knees. For that I will brave the mall. I hate the mall. And I look like shit. That is not the usual womanly, "oh this old thing?" bullshit line either. I got dirty jeans, a tye dyed t-shirt and my kids platform flip flops on. We are talking road hard and put away wet look. Minus any riding.

But for shoes? I will suffer the slings and arrows of overly coiffed suburban bitches.

Did I mention she is throwing in a free lunch as well?

YIPPEE!