I'm poaching my own work again, here's a link to the wee post I threw up at MamaPop earlier today about how we should all be listening to the music of Jesca Hoop.
Today's shoes:
I was walking around La Cumbre Plaza in the rain a couple of years ago and I was wearing Crocs and I slipped. So I went into Sears and bought these for $50.
They butch up a girly outfit real good.
Also: No mas Crocs, por favor.
In other news, Cookie fell out of bed last night, then today she went into heat again because no, I still haven't had her spayed, it appears to be a task too great for my meager vet scheduling skills.
It's Jack's and my eleventh anniversary today, though. Did you ever think about how wedding anniversaries seem to be one of the few holidays where an appropriate gift is an orgasm? I did, today, in bed, after giving Jack his gift. I'm still waiting for mine; he said it's on order.