Also, because I stubbornly persist in the hope that summer is coming, despite weather that causes me to doubt it, I went shoe shopping for some summer sandals. And I dragged my poor husband along. Poor guy. I really could have used a girlfriend for footwear consultation. Men are just not equipped for the vast array of styles and colors in the women's section of a shoe store. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: Do you think I should get something flat or something with a heel?
Him: Whatever you want. I don't know.
Me: How about these?
Him: They look the same as the other three pairs you tried on.
Me: (exasperated) No. That pair is black. That pair is tan. This pair is brown. They do not in any way, shape or form look alike.
Him: Which pair is the cheapest?
Me: (rolling eyes,then distracted by another pair of shoes)Ooooooh. This pair is lime green!!
Him: (rolling eyes) The brown ones. I like the brown ones. You should definitely buy the brown ones.
Me: Done. I'll get the brown ones.
Riveting stuff, I know. It has been a crazy five or six weeks. Good, but crazy. Crazy, but good. So many big projects tackled over the past month, I kind of just feel like staring at a wall for awhile, or just laughing with friends.
Speaking of laughing with friends - guess what this weekend is?
Chonda Pierce, of course! No snow is going to interfere this time (even though it feels almost that cold!)