Today we went to the city... for what turned out to be a fizzer of a visit. It was us that was the problem not the area itself. Normally we get what each other means... like all long term couples we do speak the same language. Today it was like we were out of phase.
It happens once in a while... usually when we aren't having sex. And as a Skyrim widow one can assure you we aren't having sex, mainly because we are keeping quite different schedules. Don't get one wrong we have both enjoyed our holiday in our own ways... no collar or plug and unfettered gym time, who could ask for more... and it is a state that will change shortly, but meanwhile... L
By the time we hit the last stop we managed to get on the same page enough to actually shop together. This is the Year of the Leopard and while one is strongly resisting the urge to become the cliché that is a middle aged woman swathed in leopard, one has nudged the edges of good taste with a few accessories J To that end these followed us home...
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| Wittner Zillion |
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| Wittner Jagged |
Now no prizes for guessing which one's He chose and bought...
Yes that's right, the ones that can barely be walked in... He misses the collar J
3 comments:
OOohhhh.
the monkey drools on pieces shoes.
The hell with what middle aged women should wear. I am the owner of 5 inch hot pink patent leather platforms with zipper roses. I love the leopard platforms. Oh Yeah!
See shoes are always forgivable... whatever the age. Shoes transcend everything :D
yes, yes they do. And I can't wait until this damn achilles tendon heals so I can wear pretty shoes again.
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