I took only 3 pictures today, and they were all of my soup at Soup Day, so that’s what we’ll have to go with for the Picture of the Day. At least the spoon is facing the right way this time. I’m pretty pleased with this picture. Soup can look like dog food or vomit if you’re not careful. This one doesn’t look like vomit, so I must be doing something right…
I have absolutely nothing to say about Soup Day today, so I’ll have to talk about yesterday.
Yesterday, I went to the Gettysburg outlets to try to find some knee-high black leather high-heeled boots. Wow. It sounds so racy typed out like that: Knee-high black leather high-heeled boots.
Can I just say that I hate buying shoes? Hate it.
It’s hard to find shoes that fit because I have square feet. I would post a picture, but I really don’t want all the wackos on the internet googling “foot” and seeing my feet. It’s bad enough that I’ve typed out “knee-high black leather high-heeled boots.” Posting pictures of feet is just asking for trouble.
Some people’s feet come to a point. Mine kinda go straight across. Years ago, I watched “The Witches” which was a dreadful movie based on the book “The Witches” by Roald Dahl. I tried re-watching it a few months ago, but I had to turn it off. It was unsettling. About as bad as Gremlins, which was an awesome movie when I was twelve, but just ghastly when I watched it a few months ago. (Yes, ‘ghastly’ is my new favorite word. You’ll be seeing it a lot.)
According to the movie, you can recognize a witch because she has square toes. I’ve been a little miffed about that ever since. Some of us are just born that way and we can’t help it! (Oh dear, this sounds like a political hot button issue. Born that way…)
Roald Dahl must have had an ex-girlfriend (or a bossy wife) with square toes.
Anyway….yesterday I set off to find boots, because both of my pair are getting shabby.
Normally I don’t mind shabby. Darling Husband and I are cheap…er…thrify, and shabby is ok with us. For example, we have many towels with holes in them. My mother gets so frustrated by that. “Look at your husband’s towel! It has holes in it!” I don’t see the problem. The towels still work. We get dry. Why would we need new ones? She got Darling Husband a new towel for Christmas that year.
The next year, she spotted my holey blanket. Guess what I got for Christmas?
I need to learn to hide these things from her so that I get better Christmas gifts.
Unfortunately, even though I don’t mind shabby towels and blankets, I do mind shabby boots. I’m vain that way. But boots are expensive! Oh, the conundrum! Vanity and Cheapness go together like a monkey and a hand grenade.
I never did find boots yesterday.
According to my Meyers Briggs personality type, here are some jobs I would be good at or bad at:
Bounty Hunter: Bounty Hunter?!? I don’t think so. We all know what happens to bounty hunters! They get eaten by Sarlaccs.
Cia agent: Well, duh! Yes!
Fbi agent: Not as exciting as the CIA, but, ok—I’ll take it.
Singer: What?! Singing in the car is my specialty. I used to sing in the shower until the neighbors started banging on the wall. That’s a true story. I was singing the song from Sleeping Beauty: “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…” They had religious convictions against Disney.
Bookstore owner: This personality assessment is wrong, wrong, wrong.
Photographer: Ha ha ha! Actually, this is right. I love it as a hobby, but would hate it as a job.
While Darling Husband took boy9 to see Star Wars, I showed Boy6 Mary Poppins. He loved it. And there weren’t even any fart jokes in it.