So I bring my happy self to work today to be greeted by two of my young therapist friends who went to DSW last night and cannot wait to show me what they bought.
I wanted to poke their eyes out with an unsharpened pencil.
This, of course, is not a very Christian response so I did not leap over my desk Uma Thurman-Kill-Bill style.
I just broke the pencils under my desk where they could not see, smiled, and told them that they had learned well little grasshoppers.
For indeed they had! One had on a pair of incredbly sassy black wedge sandals (ALMOST as sassy as my wedge heel sling backs that I am currently wearing. She is still in training.) The other had on a pair of ballet flats almost exactly like mine. Well played: when in doubt, copy your mentor.
So, while I am being tested, it is clear that I have preached the "don't buy those crappy plastic shoes and expect anyone to take you seriously" sermon long and loud enough to convert two young novices.