Whew. That was about the closest call I've ever had. The SO comes out of the master bedroom this evening with this pair of knee high boots and asks "Who's boots are these?" Ahhhhh.... I said, I picked them up at a thrift store for you to try on. She says no thanks and asked what I was going to do with them?
Oh, I don't know, how about if I like wearing them... Are you serious she replied? Ahhhh. long pregnant pause here.
No, dear I bought them for you. I thought you'd like to get back into heels.
Well okay she says but then says she doesn't want them. That's okay, I take them back and donate them. Quickly the boots (my most favorite pair of shoes) get placed in the bottom drawer of the dresser... for now.
Then to top it all off she closes with "it's better they are for me than you". Well, I think I have my answer if I'm going to come out. Ahhhh No.
Renne is getting a bit slopy. Too much stuff and it's leaking out. I'm going to have to come clean one of these days. Just not sure when...
Renne...........
