Decisions are for Suckers. Jen sent me a link to this blog this morning because… I am a mess. I was happy to discover this particular post. It perfectly sums up my cowardly, passive-aggressive everything. You may think that I am deciding things, but I’m not. You’re deciding it. So I can blame you for it later. I’m just going to go ahead and embrace that.
Also, I got these high heels in Virginia. They fit me. I can never find high heels that fit me because my feet are baseball mitts. They are Charlotte Russe and, to borrow a term from the late great Judith Reese of Columbus OH, “titty pink”. I don’t have anywhere to wear them, though. Except in my room. So here is that sad reality.