i am a broken woman

hello out there again to both my readers!! ha ha... i think i'm funny...

so a short blog this time.  (at least that is my current intention.)  last thursday i made a discovery.  i am a broken woman.  my husband did something for me that i think every woman would die to have her husband do for her.  but i was bored and wanted to go home.

shoe shopping.

i'm not sure how the man coerced me into going.  but i am not the biggest fan of clothes shopping in the beginning.  (don't get me wrong, i want new clothes, i just want them to magically appear in my closet, i hate shopping for them...)

last thursday,  i had finished working out with my workout buddy.  typically i just drive her home, but brennen decided to join us.  after we dropped her off, he decided he wanted to go to nordstrom rack.  okay.  sure.  fine.  alright.  nordstrom rack.  right now.  while i'm in big baggy man shorts and a hoody.  running shoes and white sports socks.  hair slicked back in a sweaty ponytail.

(to all of you who knew me in high school.  at home i look like that all the time, but i've actually tried to change and make myself somewhat presentable in public.  typically i am at least clean...)

i figured i would just go into the nice store anyway to be nice to him.  until he steered me into the shoe section.  to those of you who knew me in high school, some things have not changed.  i DO NOT WANT TO WEAR HEELS.  i can not walk in them and i am remarkably uncomfortable.  however, my husband has it in his little brain that i am not a real woman because i don't want to wear them.  so to humor him i took my shoes off (but not the white sports socks) and put on a couple pairs.  tho it made me mad.  at least if you're going to make me go shoe shopping, tell me first, eh?  so at least i feel kind of womanly and not feeling like everyone is staring at me in the store because i'm wearing white socks, man shorts, and heels.

after i almost fell over once, the night was done for me, and he finally gave up.  (kind of, after looking at ties for him, which he swore was the real reason we went into the store, he still wanted to go down the shoe isles again 'just in case.' lame, what 'just in case?!?' i already said no....)

the evening wasn't all bad as after nordstrom rack we went to tcby and i got yummy frozen yogurt and sorbet!! and almost everyone in that store was wearing sweat pants or some sort of workout gear.  apparently that's the cool place to go after the gym on thursday nights.  who knew?

SO... i am a broken woman.  my husband takes me to buy me shoes.  i don't want shoes.  i come home with no shoes.  (and purses... he offered to go looking at hand bags so i can have one... but i turned that down, too)

oh... and the only shoes i tried on (most unwillingly) were ones that brennen picked out.

(i apologize, this post was longer than i had anticipated... and had i known this was going to happen i would have taken my camera so you could have seen how ridiculous i looked in my 'outfit.')

to all you shoe women out there who would love a husband to take you shoe shopping.  i am sorry that i snatched him away and that i'm not even grateful for it.  please don't hate me...