OH NO, MORE SHOES.

Friday again. Wasn't it Friday just yesterday? It's about four am. I have been up since three. One of those nights sleep seems to elude me. I can have three hours sleep and my mind wakes up and that's it. I lay in bed willing myself to go back to sleep but the elusive neverland doesn't welcome me back. So I am up having hot chocolate. I haven't even made coffee yet. What can I say about the weather. Wonderful is the word that comes to mind. A little windy but my hair never looks good anyway, so just let it blow.

When I got on the computer about three I slipped over to the 6:00pm site. I am like a junkie. I say I will not go back for at least a month. Bit its as if a will stronger than my own pulls me like a magnetic force. They sell shoes you know. Good shoes, pretty shoes, some very cheap. I probably wrote about this site before and have just forgot. I have been doing that more since my birthday. My husband is not taking this obsession of mine very well. The shoe boxes stacked up the wall is one clear indication there may be a slight problem.

I knew I had a order from them coming in this week. I had high hopes the UPS man would come while Steve was gone. Finally the day I knew they would be in came. UPS sends a email you know. Anyway I broke it to him that I had a UPS coming. "Oh," he said his eyes looking from me to the wall where the shoe boxes sat gleefully taunting him."What do you have coming?" I mutter something about three pairs of shoes. Well that news did not sit well at all. "Three pairs. Good grief you never wear these last umpteen pairs you bought?" He screeched. Yes screeched is the descriptive word here.

Tuesday afternoon we were sitting in the front yard under my beloved trees. The UPS van pulled up. I went to the gate to sign for the package. A fair size box. I carried it back and set it in the swing beside me. "I'll open them later ," I said. From his chair he watched me warily. Pulling out his pocket knife, he opens the blade out. "Here," he said. "I'll open them for you." I watched in dread. He looked inside the box and began to count. One, two three, four. "Oops, " I must have forgot the fourth pair." I said hurriedly. "You said there were only three pair." he accused."

I hurriedly open the pretty pink box that read "Gotta Flurt". Look," I said excitedly. "These even come with free socks. They were only 9.00 dollars. This was a bargain too good to pass up." He snarled. "Yes that is the descriptive word. He threw up his hands in disgust. I grabbed my box and ran for the house. My beloved shoes in my hand. They are now stacked neatly against the wall. My problem is I'm running out of wall space. Hmm, I wonder if he'll let me stack some over against the wall by his side of the bed? Actually I doubt it.

So for another day I have rambled on. Talked my nonsense. Did my silly thing I do here in Blog land. I just thought I would extend an invitation. If you are ever in the need of a nice new pair of shoes, size eight. Just come over. I'll be glad to give you a pair. But for now. I'm outta here.