Pffffffttt, noooo, I did NOT buy new boots…

By Friday Puppy

One of the greatest and also weirdest aspects of writing for Friday Puppy is the variety of topics we write about.  Craig was posting about US gun laws in the last entry, the comments were passionate and political, and here I am posting about boots.

I’m a firm believer that the world needs plenty of contrast to stay in balance.  Without some silliness to break up the levity, it would be the Dark Ages all over again, to which I say, “No, thanks.”  On to frivolity.

The other day, Macy’s was all, “Hey, Carlene, we’re dropping off a box at your doorstep that contains a super sexy pair of black stiletto boots (in your exact size) that are everything you’ve been looking for in a boot.”

I swear to god (no, I don’t) that I don’t know how they found their way to me (yes, I do); however, I’m super happy to make their acquaintance.  And yes, I paid my taxes.

The boots and I been having a really nice time together.  I’ve been showing them around town (they’re new to the Albany area), and they’ve been showing me how great they look with jeans and leggings. It’s been a great experience thus far.

Thanks, Macy’s! You know just what I like and where I live.  Actually, that sounds a little creepy, so I’ll stick with, “Thanks, Macy’s!” and go prance around my living room in my new best friends.

It’s the little things…

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