Okay, okay…so these are neither pinhead crickets nor flightless fruit flies (nope, not wingless, either), but it’s not my fault there’s a damned shoe store right next to the only place within a 70 mile radius of my house that actually had live fruit flies (that were still actually alive) for sale, is it? Baby manti-duds gotta eat! 😀

I hadn’t had any luck last weekend finding “everyday” shoes. My goal had been to get something in plain black smooth leather, low-heeled and comfortable, that I could get on and off easily, and could wear for hours (without discomfort) with jeans or casual pants. There was all sorts of trendy stuff, and even more that was just plain fugly, so I didn’t come home with anything. When P. and I went after the FFF today, he noticed the shoe store next to the pet store and suggested we go see whether they had anything that would suit me. He doesn’t mind shopping for shoes or clothes with me because I like it about as much as he does, so I don’t fuck around. I can get “lost” for hours in a pet store or computer store, but I shop for shoes and clothes like the US Marines–go in, do what I have to do, and get the hell out. I do try them on, and especially if the store is a long distance from home, but I’m fast. I quickly found the display of the sort of thing I wanted, and found a pair that were pretty much what I was looking for…and then I saw these.

I don’t like actual cowboy boots, but these aren’t boots, they aren’t cockroach killers (the toe is squared) and for some reason, I just had to have them. I liked the other ones well enough, and I suppose they’d have been more practical, but these ones just had to come home with me–they insisted! P. found the right size for me (bless him, since I hate looking through racks), and I tried them on, then he suggested I walk to the end of the store in them, and by the time I made it to the Employees Only door, I was sold. I have no idea why I needed them, but I did. Maybe the 2.5″ heel that puts me a RCH over 6′ tall and does an excellent job of making my legs look longer (and more slender, with the addition of low-waisted boot-cut jeans and a wide black belt). Dunno, but I don’t like shoes enough to be willing to disregard “I need these!” and sometimes, you do things just for the hell of it. Got the shitkickers, so now Ima go find Toby Keith and we goan’ open up a can o’ whup-ass on sumthin’. Yee-HAW! 😉