There is a point to this random little fact that you may not have known. Here it is...last night Mark asked me to look for a purse that I love for Christmas. Every Christmas, I am lucky enough to get a fancy new purse. I know that Mark does this out of the goodness of his heart but I also suspect it's out of a bit of convenience as well; this way, he doesn't have to think of some innovative gift every year because he knows I'll love a purse.
After browsing the internet for a few minutes, he suggested that this year, instead of a purse, I pick out a pair of designer shoes instead. I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of his buying me a fabulous pair of Jimmy Choos. I thanked him for the gesture but explained that we don't live in Vegas anymore and I just don't have any place to where such heels. Some ladies may think I am crazy for declining such a kind offer but I'd prefer to get something more useful.
Anyhow, he kept trying to talk me into the idea by saying that he's always heard me talk about some great pair of heels with "red soles." Again, I declined. Being the persistent little bugger that he is, he wouldn't let it go. I finally had to tell him that even if I wanted to get heels, I wouldn't know what size to buy because I don't know what size my foot will be after this kid pops out. This time, he started laughing. We have gotten into such a fight before because he gets mad that I don't wear any of my old shoes. He refused to believe me when I told him that they no longer fit since that beast of a baby, Trent, made his grand debut. We started debating about whether a woman's foot really grows during pregnancy. I finally had to jump on the internet to do a little research and it's true...woman's feet do grow...so put that in your pipe and smoke it, Mr. Clore!
This started me thinking...a half size is a lot! If I have three kids, my feet will be ginormous! A half size each time! Yikes! I bet some men would be happy if a little something something grew a half size on them with each child sired but nothing else needs to grow on this lady. Nope!
Sorry, for that digression but as is often the case on various topics, my mind started to wander into the dirty realm (my dirty mind is not my fault, I promise...it's genetic and anyone who knows my parents, knows what I'm talking about).
Well, I am off to research purses before the monster wakes up from his nap :)
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