Aerosoles! or Shoe-lust + Sale = Determination

Despite stupid overdraft fees from the Bank, I had enough fundage left over to get two, count 'em, TWO (drastically reduced from $80 to $30 each) pairs of Aerosoles. And lest you doubt my commitment to shoes on sale, not only did I manage to get the last pair in The Entire State of South Carolina in my size, but I also scored another pair in the tan from VIRGINIA.

Honestly, if you've ever worn comfy shoes that didn't look like something your Gramma's Senior Choir director wouldn't even wear, you understand the importance of my quest.

And if you don't, well, screw you. I have new shoes. And I'll do it again!

Next time, though, I'll have the damned sense to balance my bankbook beforehand.


*image from Aerosoles.com.

Overdrawn.

There should be overdraft protection in all aspects of one's life: overtiredness, overboredom, overpressure, overspending.

It would really be worth the $10 per day transaction fee for someone to jump in and do the tidying up for me, tell my husband and family that no, having a kid is NOT going to happen in the immediate future (and neither is sex), or go in my closet and magically emerge with a week's worth of clothing that makes me actually feel good about leaving the house.

Because now I feel the need to buy $80 worth of sex toys and $85 skirts (even if it is to wear to lunch with my boss and her friends), a sexy top to wear to the concert next month, and some much needed sandals for this summer.

We won't even get into my Fall Shoe obessions.

I wonder if shopping, like chocolate, can replace sex? Thanks to aerosoles and the dark chocolate at the Fresh Market, I'll gladly give it a try.