i am the other shoe

I'm not sure what I've done to deserve such awesome friends; I'd like to know so that I can keep on doing it though! Yesterday, a package arrived at Maison Pants. It was from Sydney, whose son has the kissiest kissy lips in the world. (Seriously. Go check!) In that box is the latest book from Audrey Niffenegger and these:

We got the go-ahead to wear jeans today in honour of football starting or something. They designated it "spirit day" and we were supposed to wear gear, jerseys, whatever of our favourite football team. I think football is stupid, so I just wore these shoes, jeans, and a black shirt. Surely some team wears black. Someone saw my shoes and decided I'm supporting the Carolina Panthers today. So okay. I have no idea if they're the Northern or Southern Carolina Panthers, nor do I care. I just like that I'm in jeans and really cute shoes. And I'm amazed that I have friends that send me shoes. My friends are awesome!

September tax deadline was Wednesday (though I did process a late return today) and things have settled quite dramatically since. Kinda like, a giant plop, really. Work work work work work no breathing allowed, work work work, aaaaaaaaaand plunk. Nothing. It's jarring. And it makes me realise how exhausted I am just that much more. I've gotten home at a decent time these last couple days and been able to do just about nothing because I'm so tired. Last night, I fell asleep sitting upright during Wipeout. I fell asleep while watching people fall down! That's either indicative of sheer exhaustion or narcolepsy.

Comments

[Syd]

Those shoes look awesome on you. And I'm glad they are finally seeing the light of day.