I went shoe shopping the other day. I went right past the lovely high heels and went straight for the ballet flats. Didn't even pull the heels off the rack to gaze over. Nope, the flats. With support.
Then I bought one of those BIG bottles of shampoo. And stocked up on the deodorant on sale. Didn't even look at the new mascara or lipstick.
Then I looked at a carpet cleaner and though, "hey that would make a good Christmas present."
Is a horomone in pregnancy that makes you grow up? Or are my just that tired and high heels just that stupid?
And no one should ever recieve appliances for a Christmas present, so that's when I left the store. With a new lipstick.
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