bittergirl

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel! Let's hope it's not a train! The first book is almost out of my hot little hands (the instructional photos of which, by the way, are being Photoshopped in the extreme by my dear boyfriend to remove all the kitten scratches made by our naughty little boy Spike. We call it the "deSpikeification filter."). I'm almost entirely destressed, and I think I'll actually be able to enjoy going out tonight!

If I had these shoes, though, it would make going out that much more fun:



Oh bee-yoooo-tee-ful Fluevogs! Did I mention my...oh no...my...(gulp)... THIRTIETH birthday is next week? Don't I deserve good shoes? But no, because boyfriend's birthday is coming up and he has asked for tsunami relief donations instead of presents and, well...he's successfully guilted me into not spending money on shoes. Even if they are insanely fabulous. Sigh.

If only my publisher had paid me Steven King money instead of Burger King money, I'd be able to swing both...