Pelt The Children In High-Heeled Sneakers

 

There I was, minding my own business, walking down the city street to get some air when I happened upon a shoe store. A real shoe store, not one of those we carry discount-plastic-shoes-trying-to-pass-for-faux-
simulated-imported-pseudo-genuine-leather shoe stores. Was this visit by chance or by design? I think the imprint of the image of the shoes in the window when I walked by and glanced in last week must have been strong. I felt a strange pull, like being sucked in by a large magnetic device, like one that might be used by Auric Goldfinger, and me, Jane Bond, a mere pawn of steel.

 

 

 

I’ve never been much of a shoe person. I maintain the basics, which I wear until worn out. I tend toward the comfortable and the classic. Here, before me, was a smorgasbord of summer shoe delights. Fifteen minutes later, I walked out with three, count them, three pairs of shoes. I’m sure the puppy will eat them before I get a chance to wear them all, but c’est la’ vie. I wasn’t, however, as giddy about the shoes as I was when I used to get a new pair as a kid and would sleep in them the first couple nights. Mom never made me take them off, but I’m glad I will never run for public office, that might come up and seem a bit...eccentric. But, there are far, far bigger reasons I’ll never run for public office.

 

 

 

 

Wardrobe gaps exist. I’m going to plug them. Watch out world, my personal shopper is taking me out on the retail town Sunday. I’d never have the strength to do it otherwise. I whine and complain, like a petulant toddler the entire time as my PS forces me to don attire that I would never wear in a perfect world. It always ends well. She picks clothes she’d pick for herself to start, then I have a major tantrum, and by day’s end, we’ve compromised. I can’t after all, wear sandals, shorts, and t-shirts everywhere.

 

 

 

 

One of the things I hope to accomplish this weekend is to update my other webpages. In between events. This Saturday is the 2^nd Ever Annual Sacramento PRIDE parade. So far, I have commitments from two of the three children to join me as Drag Queens pelt the children with candy because they all throw like girls. Fun will be had by all.

 

 

 

 

I still have my feet on the ground, I just wear better shoes.

~Oprah Winfrey

 Published on: Jun 9, 2006