I went shopping tonight for flat or low-heeled boots, since I broke the heel on my favorite black ones. Ad’s response when I told him: “Thank God W’s out of state for it – you won’t hear his scream of anguish as you swipe your card.” There’d have been no cry, however.
Final score: flats – 0; red high heels – 1.
That’s right, I went for flats specifically and I still came home with high heels.
As penance I am sleeping in them tonight.