Tales of Wit and Charm…

My brother, Matt, was reading my blog with my nephew Carter last night.  Carter saw the picture of my shoes and was completely disgusted.  He told his dad to leave a message on my blog telling me to clean my house and put my shoes away.

I was pissed.

My nephew, at four, is at good at cleaning his room as I am.  Which means we are both waiting for someone else to do it.   Fortunately he has a parent to clean up his room; I have no one.  And until Daisy grows some opposable thumbs I’ll leave it messy.

I called to tell the little pisser where he could shove my shoes, but somehow ended up promising him a trip to the dinosaur museum instead.  That nephew of mine has me wrapped around his little finger.  I’ll stick to my promise and take him, but if my shoes get tossed at his head next time I see him I can’t be held responsible.

Note to self: It’s flip-flop season, not high-heel season.  I HAVE to start dating shorter men as soon as possible.  My arches will thank me later. 

Last night I carefully set out the four pairs of green shoes I own, so that I would have a variety of green to choose from this morning. And somehow I still managed to forget it was St. Patty’s day and wear my purple, polka-dot velvet shoes. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts.

A “friend” took me to see the Cinderella exhibit at the UMFA last week. I thought it was a brilliant idea: taking a princess to see a princess. Hello, brownie points!

The exhibit wasn’t exactly what either one of us expected. It was geared towards children. He swears up and down it wasn’t an intentional jab. I did see this little gem which made it worth the trip:This is way better than a silly fortune cookie. I’m going to take this as a promise that a man will fall in love with me AND my shoes, despite our messy state. And if all princes are indeed clueless is that why I don’t have one yet?

I always find the best shopping finds when I go with my Aimee. Today was no different.

I’ve never had an interest in learning to cook. In fact, I’ve built a life around the avoidance of being barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. Yet, in one day my entire belief system has changed! I found this pan and suddenly I want to know how to use it. The barefoot and pregnant thing is going to have to wait. I like shoes too much to give them up just yet.