One of the greatest and also weirdest aspects of writing for Friday Puppy is the variety of topics we write about. Â 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. Â Without some silliness to break up the levity, it would be the Dark Ages all over again, to which I say, “No, thanks.” Â 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. Â And yes, I paid my taxes.
The boots and I been having a really nice time together. Â 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. Â Actually, that sounds a little creepy, so I’ll stick with, â€œThanks, Macyâ€™s!â€ and go prance around my living room in my new best friends.
It’s the little things…