|The shoes in question.|
As we were preparing to leave I picked up my high heels and was sort of fiddling with them while finishing up a conversation with my cousins. Whilst this was occurring I happened to glance down at my shoes and something caught my eye.
My shoes were two different sizes.
One was size 9, the other 8 1/2.
|Yes, the brand of these shoes are "Mootsies Tooties." I'm obviously one for shelling out the big bucks for shoes. I guess I had the size issue coming.|
Now you might say, "What's the big deal? You obviously didn't notice before, so why does it matter now?" And it's true. I didn't notice. And at a half-size difference, I doubt anyone else will notice either.
Except this kind of thing really bugs me. I don't want to call it OCD, but it's pretty darn close. The mere existence of these shoes in my house is driving me batty.
It also doesn't help that Lewis so kindly mentioned that he always thought I walked funny in those shoes. Doesn't matter that he was joking. His words are under my skin (his intention, of course).
Wanna guess which store the shoes came from? Kohl's. And my faithful readers will remember that Kohl's and I are not friends anymore. This incident is not pointing me towards any sort of reconciliation.