The Diary of a Shoe

We're still waiting for our good news, but this weekend I couldn't help but anticipate it's announcement this week and unexpectedly celebrated at one of Dillard's oh so dangerous for the budget "40% off of all already reduced merchandise" sales. Good thing Brian is TDY or I might not have been able to come home. He's only been gone for two days and already I'm resorting to retail therapy. What did I buy? Everything. What do I love the most? What makes me feel more patriotic than serving my family, husband, and country as a military spouse? What makes me the best military spouse ever? Glad you asked.
I couldn't help but start singing "Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me..." and imagine Bob Hope calling me to join the USO tour. Honestly, I don't think the pictures does them justice, the rhinestones are much sparklier in person and the colors are brighter. (You're not seeing them on my feet because my white legs would burn your eyes worse than a solar eclipse) But I really did go kinda crazy when I saw them, it felt almost like I was 9 years old again out shopping for Christmas toys with my mom.

You see it there on the shelf. There's only one in stock. You have to get it. Your life depends on it. You break out in a dead sprint, pushing people out of the way to grab the lone one remaining. Your heart is racing as you hold your most prized posession high in the air for everyone to see. But something is wrong. The box feels empty. The salesperson says its only a display. What size do you wear? I'm not sure we have that in stock, let me check. And your heart is in a million pieces on the floor as he disappears into the back. When he FINALLY reappears your heart lifts at the sight of a box, your rip open the top before he has a chance to hand it over to you, disaster. Wrong style. He quickly disappears again and you start to get nervous, how can your life be complete without this shoe?

Luckily they had my size. And luckily I found a dress on clearence to match. Brian said there was no way I could join the USO so I guess they will have to wait for date night. Scratch that, we can't afford one after the shopping spree.