Cute shoe AGONY!!!

Now its Thursday! One day past hump day and one day before Friday. Most people care nothing about a Thursday, however, I am NOT one of those people. I arise at normal time, but spring up with a little extra bounce in my step. There are 2 reasons for this. 1. It’s the day before Friday. Only one morning left before I can sleep in. Or beg my little girl to sleep just a little longer. 2. My shows are on tonight. Now I am aware that my life is extra boring if one good show on in the evening can make me spring out of better like a jack-in-da-box. But it’s not just any show, IT’S GREY’S ANATOMY! I have watched this show religiously since it began. Johnny (dear hubby) says that my attention is only kept by the uncany drama. And the fact that everyone sleeps with everyone. Now, I suppose this could be true. Not really sure why I like it, I just do. And that’s that.
Ever go the shoe store? Now, I’m sure this doesn’t apply to our friends of the male nature, but for us of the female gender this is an exciting event. I anticipate having the extra money to engage in a shopping extravaganza. I will almost always head to the nearby shoe outlet and drool over the many styles of shoes I would LOVE to have. I usually decide which “type” of shoe I’m looking for before hand. A cute tennis shoe, and strappy sandal, a pair of gorgeous knee high boots, but on this particular occasion I was in the mood for a nice dress heel. I search the isles slowly. And quickly come upon the most darling little dress shoe with a 4 inch heal. I’m instantly in love. I try the little shoe on and no more needs to be done. I glance into the little bench/shoe mirror and am pleased with the reflection. I package the shoe up and head to the register. Never mind the cost of this beautiful shoe. Money was obviously no object.
Fast forward to 3 days later. I get ready for work as usual. I put on my little brown outfit and head to the closet. ( I have to “hide” my new shoes or Johnny will murder me if he knew I had bought yet another pair). I rummage thru quickly finding the item I was so excited to put on. I throw them on and head out the door to work. Now we have about 6 stairs leading to the walk way to the drive way. I take the first step and thump, thud, crash, boom, and finally bang to the little walk way. I peer up only to find the darling little shoe had slipped off the back of my heel on the way down the steps. Causing a very scary fall. Still determined to make my shoes work I pick them up and climb into the jeep. I get to work and slowly make the walk into work. My little shoes are slipping off the back of my heel and scrunching my toes and rubbing a blister on the side. I’m horrified. Still determined to work thru my problem. I head to little cabinet of band aids and grab 12 or so. Big ones, little ones, all sizes. And sit at my desk. Carefully placing them on all the places my foot is throbbing. About 5 hours and 3 blisters later I give up.
The next afternoon I package the little beauties back up and head to the store during my lunch break. I want a refund, store credit, something. But I DO NOT want those shoes. To my dismay, the lady looks at me with an attitude and says, “You’ve worn these, they cannot be returned”. Furious, I snatch the box off the counter and head out the door. Now not only do I have a pair of the cutest shoes ever and I can’t where them. I now have to KEEP them and be forced to look at them everyday for the next however long I decide to keep them, knowing dang well that I’ll never be able to wear them. Now, I am aware that I could give them away, but that’s not me. I’ll keep them in the closet until the next time I get the courage up to try and wear them again. And I will. And it won’t be pretty. Ahhh, the life of a woman. Pain is beauty, my mom always said. But there is just some form of agony I will not tolerate. And those little shoes are one of them.