Get down on!

Okay, a couple of things today.

First off, I went to Payless for some sandals. I love Payless, I generally do not buy shoes anywhere else because I am not a shoe person, I don’t care, I’m big on comfort and shoes I can walk in.

But I took a chance. A small chance. A chance that to any other woman on the planet would consider miniscule, but for me, it was big.

I picked up some…well…they’re not flip flops, because I can’t stand that thing between my toes, ever. But those ones that basically just have no back strap.

And I almost died walking up to the El platform. I can’t walk in these. I have to keep my toes straight up to prevent the shoe from coming off. They slip and slide everywhere, and I’m telling you right now before you try and say it first, the shoes fit. They’re perfectly well fitting for me. I just can’t walk in shoes that don’t have at least a strap on the back. Period. No flip flops, no flop flops, no nothing. I’m done. There are other ways I can be more girly (I started wearing my rings to work, that’s big, usually no jewelry to work, too much trouble in the morning, but I’m trying to look nicer…so rings) and I’ll just do those. I can’t take this. I can’t.

Moving on:

If one more person, well meaning or not, tells me that a dog is just a precursor to a baby, I’m going to kill them.

I have wanted a dog my whole life, even when we had dogs as a kid, I wanted to be grown up and have my own. I’ve dreamt about it forever, I picked the exact right time, and got the very best dog in town.

It does not mean that I want a baby, will want a baby, am practicing for a baby, treat my dog like a baby or call him baby.

As far as I’m concerned, a baby is just practice for getting a dog. I just skipped a step.