Is it the influence of chick lit gone mad? Have I really been that influenced by the likes of Sophie Kinsella, MaryJanice Davidson, Julie Kenner, and Katie MacAlister? Or have I finally grown up and lost enough weight to enjoy wearing shoes?

Maybe it's a bit of both...

But I will tell you this much: I don't own enought shoes, and I don't spend enought time @ the salon. Mwahahaha. My grandmother is probably smiling down on me from heaven cackling like a demon. Now there is a mixed metaphor if ever there I have written one, and I am guilty of some of the worst. But seriously. Thursday night I was plagued by a dilemma of the worst sort. It was 9:30pm and I was seriously stressed. Waldenbooks was closed and although I had a grande vanilla creme in the cupholder of my car and I was jamming to my 1men playlist (see below) which is almost always guarunteed to calm me down, I was also foaming at the mouth in such a way that would make any National Forest ranger think that I had rabies. I could a. pop into Target for a lovely (and well deserved as I kept myself from decking anybody) trip down the shoe aisle b. drive to Barnes and Noble for some book shopping. Now the problem isn't so much the two options. It's the fact that I actually dwelled on them for a rather long period of time before choosing option b, Barnes and Noble, simply because I have never liked the shoes at Target and Payless seemed to be closed at the time...

Have I gone stark raving mad? Because frankly, between you and me, lately the only place I have begun to consider shopping for shoes is at... the mall. Where the real shoes live.

That's almost like the day I decided that $4.25 for cheap acrylic was a crime when I could spend $8.50 on wool...