Steve Madden, you are a shoe-making god. Have babies with me?

If I need to break in new shoes, and I wear them when I'm sitting down, that counts, right? Right?

I'm escaping from the shopping/cleaning/swearing at our crappy desktop computer to blog for a few minutes of peace. It turns out that my mom worked on the slideshow while I ran errands this morning, and now it's done! Yay!

I really hate craft stores. For one thing, I am NOT a crafty person at all. Never have been, never will be. There is nothing artistic to me about going to the same damn chain store as everyone else and buying the same supplies to make the same wreath/religious knickknack/birdhouse as everyone else. That's not art. That's not even being creative. It's just like every other sad middle aged woman in this country. If you want to be artistic, you have to think a little bit more outside of the box. That said, there are some things that those stores are good for. Like buying paints. Or fabric markers. But you cannot go and buy the same thing that everyone else does and call yourself artistic. Also, the organizational skills in that store leave something to be desired. For one thing, I counted FIVE different places to buy adhesives. Why are there so many places to buy the same damn thing? And none of them were what I was looking for (which was magnets with sticky on one side so you could affix it to a piece of poster and then hang it on the refrigerator). You could buy adhesives at the register, in the general art supplies area, in the kids crafts area, in the drawing tools area (this one has me puzzled), and in the costume area. I just don't get those stores, and I probably never will.

Maybe if I sleep in these shoes tonight, they won't hurt like hell tomorrow.

I had a really weird dream last night where I was dreaming that Tony from NCIS was killed off in the season finale, but it was real life, not the show. Oh, and I was in love with him. Tony's grown on me a lot since I started watching the show almost a year ago (!), but he's still behind McGee and Gibbs in my favorite guys list. But I was really, REALLY upset that he was dead! The weirdest part is that in my dream, I woke myself up from my dream to get away from being sad about Tony dying, but it was still a dream. It's like when there's a movie about a movie. Verrrrry strange. And then when I woke up this morning, I couldn't remember what I dreamed about in my dream within a dream that made me so sad. Thankfully, I finally remembered a little bit ago. Freaky.

I made a Poor Life Choice. Two nights ago, I went to the Winking Lizard with some friends, and in addition to my drink, I had an order of spinach and artichoke dip as well. It was a beast that sexually abused me after it told me my boobs looked nice. It seemed all innocent and spinach-y at first, but then it made me feel awful about myself. I didn't need it, it was really greasy, and it was money I should not have spent, but it tasted soooo good, so I ate it, and then I ate the rest of it at dinner last night. Well, let me tell you, it has not been a good Friends With Benefits! It's been needy and demanding, and then it got really jealous. Let's just say that we will not be hooking up again anytime soon.

~ Christine