Shoes Over Food!

I went shopping the other night, about a week ago, with Sally, she needed to get a belt for a wedding she is going to in Sept. Well, I just went along because I was tired of looking for work and waiting by the phone and I had had the week from hell, you know those kinds? Nothing goes right for you?

For example, on Tuesday, I was late for an appointment, well sort of an interview at this Sports Network for a possible writing job, (You know, to get me by until I get back onto a proper series), and I had no gas in my car, of course. . .Does one ever have enough gas when they are in a hurry? Did I mention that it was rush hour? I live in Los Angeles! Okay, so I was getting gas and I accidentally tore my finger nail half way back on my forefinger and just like I never do,(meaning I have never-ever had this happen) I spilled gasoline all over my hand. OUCH! Then I got lost on the way, got stuck behind every stupid person in the Valley and eventually ended up there, late, bleeding finger, sweaty; 'cuz it had to be at the very least 110 degrees out. I did smile and act like 'no biggy'...That was my week...Everyday something like that happened, so when Sally offered up a couple hours of girl talk and shopping. I went.

I left my credit cards home and was completely planning on not getting anything. That was the plan.

Sally insisted that she needed new flats, and I reluctantly went to the shoe department with her. When we arrived I was happy to see they were having a huge sale, so I thought to myself: There is no harm in looking while Sally seeks out her new flats. (Does anyone even where flats anymore?)

I tried on a few pair of heels that in my head I would wear with an adorable ensemble at my new job, wherever that may be. Keep in mind, I had just done an hour of Pilates, 30 min of the Bender Method buns & thigh workout. (Oh. . .My. . .God!) I was in yoga pants, slouchy socks and looked like I had just been through a car wash, without the car!

Then as Sally and I yelled between the isles; she is a 7.5 and I am a 10. I saw them. The,(the with emphasis on the E for effect), I saw thE cutest,gorgeous, stunning, high heel pumps that I had ever seen in my entire life! Dark red, but not too red, glossy, but not cheesy. Five inches of beauty and they had two pairs left, and get this; one pair was a 9.5 and the other was a 10. This was fate, and on sale! I through my old, worn out Asics on the floor and immediately put these on running around to Sally who immediately exclaimed how amazing they made my legs look. I had to get them.

They were $170, down from more than double that. I emptied my Wells Fargo checking account, but they were totally worth it. I therefore haven't been able to afford to buy any food this week. I am still waiting my last check from the studio, but they are holding, some nonsense about me not turning in my ID and parking pass. Are they crazy? I can't give those up. What if I have to meet someone for lunch or just want to walk around the lot? Seriously, I am not a criminal, so I don't reeeeeally think it is worth the more than two grand I have coming on my last check. We are in negotiations, I told them that I did hand them in and don't they remember? So, where was I? Oh yeah, groceries. Can't afford them, so I had for breakfast, one Poptart and for dinner a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but I couldn't afford to buy jelly, I had some old applesauce in the fridge, so I substituted. It wasn't completely horrible. . .okay, so it was.

Sally said that I better wear those shoes everyday whether I get work or not. So I have been cleaning the house in them, writing in them, surfing the net in them, accompanied by sweatpants of course. Oh well, I had to have them, and now I am also losing some weight, so I guess it turned out great! I am off to make a snack. Irish butter and crackers.