there was this stinkbug on top of my bedroom door yesterday morning. so i slammed the door shut, hoping that my brave-bold act would squash it. i even kicked it twice to smush it good. stinkbugs are skinny, though, and it crawled out of the tiptop of the doorway and slowly down the door and starting coming after me. it was all so michael meyers scary to me.
so i panicked. i got one of my obeline boots. i love these boots. leather like butter, stacked and layered wooden heels like they were handmade by a handsome, widowed italian cobbler with zero children, and the happiest kelly green interior lining the insides. mmm. i love these boots.
where was i? oh, yes. the squishing and the pounding and the ultimate demise of said stinkbug. it was the final pounding - and, embarrassingly, my final HIYAH! - that ruined my finger.
ouch.
it's now fat and won't move. just like this friend i used to have. {kidding, kind of. but lillie's smack in the middle of this moment where she responds to requests like "lillie, can you load the dishwasher?" with "you're a dishwasher!" it. is. maddening. and. dumb. but at least she's moved on from "your dad, the skeeve" replies, yes? ugh.}
anyway. this is a joy buster. i didn't realize how often i pointed at things and laughed.
my week is certainly not being a sweetheart to me. we'll probably be broken up by friday. but for sure i'll have a new cute one on my arm by monday morning. xoxo, you.
cute girls found here and here. oh! and remember when i asked for your help with summer shoes? well. i ordered both and both were supra unsafe! so i ordered these and am also waiting on these. sturdier, yes? and i figure if all i wear is black...can't i wear this color on my feet? say yes to me...
so i panicked. i got one of my obeline boots. i love these boots. leather like butter, stacked and layered wooden heels like they were handmade by a handsome, widowed italian cobbler with zero children, and the happiest kelly green interior lining the insides. mmm. i love these boots.
where was i? oh, yes. the squishing and the pounding and the ultimate demise of said stinkbug. it was the final pounding - and, embarrassingly, my final HIYAH! - that ruined my finger.
ouch.
it's now fat and won't move. just like this friend i used to have. {kidding, kind of. but lillie's smack in the middle of this moment where she responds to requests like "lillie, can you load the dishwasher?" with "you're a dishwasher!" it. is. maddening. and. dumb. but at least she's moved on from "your dad, the skeeve" replies, yes? ugh.}
anyway. this is a joy buster. i didn't realize how often i pointed at things and laughed.
my week is certainly not being a sweetheart to me. we'll probably be broken up by friday. but for sure i'll have a new cute one on my arm by monday morning. xoxo, you.
cute girls found here and here. oh! and remember when i asked for your help with summer shoes? well. i ordered both and both were supra unsafe! so i ordered these and am also waiting on these. sturdier, yes? and i figure if all i wear is black...can't i wear this color on my feet? say yes to me...
4 comments:
The Jeffrey Campbell Virgos make me want to pass out in ecstasy...
super super cute shoes, and yes, you can wear these if you wear all black, but the jeff campbells are neutrals. can't ya wear 'em w/ anything? warm fuzzies to your finger.
ditto on the Jeffery Virgos - *brill*
your boots you describe...i want them...
hope your finger feels better.
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