Yesterday Leanne called me to do lunch on her way through town. I was totally ecstatic because I haven't seen Leo since by birthday and she's like one of my little sisters and a really close friend (okay. That sounds weird. Let's just leave it at she's practically one of the family.). So I had to dress for lunch at Chipotle AND my job interview. This was all fine and dandy until I got to my shoes.
I don't have any closed toed dress shoes that don't have three inch heels and are black. Nope. I had hooker heels to wear to my job interview. So I had to make an emergency trip to Wal-mart to buy new shoes. And God must have been listening to me because I bought my emergency interview shoes for $10. How wicked is that?
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