I had a funny experience today. It actually began yesterday. My husband and I went to Austin to take care of some things at the association office with which he is involved and while we were there, I noticed a small loose place on my right shoe. It was just little, and I was actually able to just tuck it back into place and I laughed about it and told my husband and the lady in whose office we were that I see no reason to shop unless absolutely necessary, and I thought the shoes would last awhile longer.

Then, today, I went to drop off an order and on to a store and as I walked through the store, I thought, `Why does it feel like my toe is going through the end of my shoe?' I looked down, and realized that my left shoe had come apart from just beside my big toe, around the inside of the shoe to where the heel began. The sole of the shoe literally hung down half an inch from the upper of the shoe. I left the store, went straight to the nearest department store and bought the shoe closest to the one I was sort of wearing. Told the salesman that under the circumstances, I saw no reason not to wear the new shoes out of the store and just to throw the old ones out along with the box. No point in taking the empty box either. He was still laughing when I left the store.

Called my mom and allowed her to laugh at my expense. She said she couldn't believe I literally walked out of my shoes. That's what happens when you hate to shop so badly you only do so in dire circumstances.

I like my new shoes.