It's All About The Shoes....

Well I got a nice shirt for the trip. Had to have Rob go with me to get his opinion, because I could not decided which size fit better. I ended up getting the extra large, which sucks I have to get shirts that big, but when you have boobies big enough to feed the third world, it is the price one must pay.

Now I need to find a pair of shoes. By need I mean I really want a new pair of shoes. Shoes are an addiction.

Hello my name is Robyn, and I have been a shoe-aholic for 29 years.

I am 30. You may ask how I know I was a shoe lover when I was a teeny tiny thing. Well I have been told, and I do sort of remember one incident when I was two, that solidified my place in shoe addiction.

We went to Florida for vacation when I was two. Well actually we went every year. But I digress. Before the trip, Mom decided I needed sandals. So of course this meant taking me shopping to get a pair that fit. Well apparently she did not get the shoes I wanted. She got me a pair of red leather sandals. The horror. I obviously did not want the sensible red leather sandals of hell. I want the pretty sandals. Of course now I do not remember what they looked like, but they were not red, or leather most likely!

I had warned them that I would get rid of the devil sandals, one way or the other. They laughed. I was serious.

So we get to Florida, and we got to the camp site. Oh yeah did I mention we camped down by the beach? Well we did. Can you say hello bugs, meet your next lunch? I can.

Anyway we get there, and do whatever the hell it was that they had planned. The next morning, me being the smart, yet devious child that I was, got up. I wandered out of the tent undetected. Grabbed the demon sandals, and walked to the nearest trash can. With a nice little heave ho threw them in, and walked away.
It is time to get ready to go somewhere. So we all get dressed in Florida attire, including shoes/sandals. Except no one can find my sandals. They look everywhere. I sit and smile innocently. If I could have whistled, I probably would have, whilst looking around, innocently of course.

So they come over to me and ask where my shoes are. I guess they figured I would know since I was the one who wore them last. I told them, remember of course that I was two at the time:
" I threw them away."
They laugh thinking I was being cute. And of course asked again if I knew where they were.
"I threw them away. In the garbage can."
At this point they were starting to believe me. Which prompted more questions.
"Where did you throw them away?"
"In the garbage can."
"Which garbage can?"
"That garbage can ------>"

So they go check it out. It is empty. At this point, a garbage truck rumbles by. You see where this is going?

Yep, I had thrown them away, right before the garbage truck came to collect the trash. I could not have planned it any better, especially considering I was 2.

After that, they had to go buy the shoes that I wanted. That would be the first pair of shoes I got to pick out, and actually get. After that, it was all over with. I have been picking out my shoes ever since.

And that my friends is how one gets saddled with the addiction for shoes!