I'm a bit tired tonight and need to get to sleep so that I'm ready and rested to chase a seven-year-old down the mountain tomorrow. A co-worker was confused the other day when I explained that my new clogs were a result of retail therapy. This is how I summed it up fro him:
"I had a long week. Then I had a long weekend. My only pair of black shoes were old and falling apart. They weren't pretty, therefore I didn't feel pretty. I bought new, discounted black shoes. I felt better."
The end.
Cheers,
NC
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