a little thang called shoema

while cleaning yesterday, i had a lot of time to think about the yahoo article on rising food prices and felt like i had to be responsible and go out there and stock up. on the way, babygirl wanted to stop at ross (well okay, it wasn't really on the way, but you can clearly see why i love babygirl) and we hit the shoe aisle immediately. there are those divine moments that i call shoema. back up to the post a month or so ago when i fell in love with dr. scholl’s funkilicious dansko-inspired clogginess, but no size eleven even listed on their site and no squeezing into a ten would work. uh, hello. i lunged on those elevens and their twin sisters immediately.

yeah for the doctor for swishing his moneymaker again. i have hearted dr. scholl's for over thirty years. picture cinderella's stepsister clopping around in dr. scholl's...we won't even go into that issue. but can i say 'damn you, walt disney!' anyway, that was me, but look at me now. i put these on immediately and they are so comfy.

i heart that little thang called shoema. it always says 'youse been a good little girl. have some shoes!' and i curtsy and say 'hellz yeah! come to mama!'