All that aside, I want these boots. The burgundy pair.
I was very nearly panting over them. Not "panting" as in putting pants on so I could run out and buy them. No. I was breathing hard. Downright lusting. I told Brian that if I weren't married, I would definitely consider buying them a drink.
They're expensive. Yes. But I could wear them in the rain and keep my feet dry. If I could have these boots, I would even wear them to bed. Unlike my kids, when I buy a pair of shoes, it could actually be a life-long relationship. Oh, I really, really, really need these boots.
Oooh, maybe I can use my commissions from my best scrapbook-selling month ever to buy the boots.
Whatever it takes, gotta have those things.