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Two Things You Do Not Deny a Woman

There are two things a man should never deny a woman…

Chocolate…

And shoes…

Oh, the Mr. knows better than to argue with me when I tell him I MUST have chocolate NOW.

However, the shoe thing…well…hmmm…let’s just say that he tried.

As you’ve probably suspected, we here at Chez AuburnChick seem to think that we have a money tree growing in my otherwise naked back yard, hence our multiple forays into various stores to buy a plethora of items lately.

Of course, I can justify every single item purchased thus far.

I am in serious need of office supplies for my classroom.

I am also trying to ramp up my wardrobe so that I can teach in something other than blue jeans and t-shirts.

Plus, I broke my black flip flops last week while painting.

So, I went on the hunt for new shoes.

A stop at Target did not yield the shoes I desired; however, I hit the jackpot with the following dresses…

Please allow me to pause a few moments to explain a couple of things.

First of all, yes, I am standing on the toilet in which I had the tank replaced last week.  Notice the handle on the side?

And yes, I have become an expert in flushing the new toilet.

Another thing you must notice is that yes, I did take the picture of myself while looking in the mirror.

When Chicky saw the pictures on Facebook, she was mortified.  Apparently, I committed a faux pas by taking a “Mirror Pic,” which is something that ONLY middle school girls do.

She was afraid someone would make fun of me.

Seriously?

She and I then had an argument about me allowing her to take a better picture of me.

She really wanted to do this for me.

I finally agreed…

Chicky did get my head, but you know…the blog and all…

Moving along…

The next day, the Mr. and I were out and about, and we stopped at Kohl’s, one of my favorite stores, where I found these…

They were marked down 50 or 55% off.  Woo Hoo!

BUT…

I saw another pair I wanted as well, and the Mr. emphatically told me no.

I carried them all the way to the register in the hopes that he would change his mind, but he didn’t.

So, I handed the pair to him to return to the shoe department, and I paid for the black pair.

BUT…

Visions of the other shoes danced in my head all night long.

Today, after church, I told the Mr. that I was going back to get them.

He started to object until I told him that I would be using the money he “paid” me a few weeks ago when I mowed the yard.

Oh joy, oh joy when I finally got them on my feet…

Aren’t they pretty?

Chicky says I have a thing for dangly stuff.

Yeah, I know.  I just can’t help it!

BUT…there’s more to this story…

When I went back and found the shoes from the day before, I saw another pair that begged to be tried on.

That is when I entered the danger zone.

I knew I shouldn’t get another pair…especially given the strong “no” I had received the day before.

BUT…

I wasn’t about to be denied…again…

And so I got them…

The brand is MUDD, and oh my gosh, but they are so comfortable!!

I am hoping that the wedge heel play nice with my foot and the arch issues I’ve been having the last few weeks, and the height will enable me to wear a longer pair of black pants that I own…

Did I mention that they were on sale for $23.99…marked down from $49.99?

Chocolate and shoes…all in the same week.

I am a happy girl indeed.

Life in a Small Town…

…means that you can’t slip out and get slushies or chocolate without the hubster knowing about it.

I mean, c’mon girls!  Don’t ‘ya sometimes just want to indulge in a little chocolate therapy.  Shouldn’t we be able to do this guilt-free?

I’ve been subbing for a teacher who has 2nd period planning and then early lunch, so I go in, teach one class, and get time to re-energize.

That means chocolate, right?

So, a couple of days, I was in Happy Land.  I’d gotten my donuts and Reese’s.

Yeah, I was a happy girl.

I was heading back to school, and who should call?

The Mr.

“Hey,” he said.

“Yeah, what do you want?” I answered.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Who me?” I asked, all innocent-like.

“Um, I’m behind you.  Where’d you go?” he persisted.

Rats.  I didn’t want to lie.

“I went to the store.  BTW, what are you up to?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

Sometimes the man uses his brain.  He did not allow me to steer him off his line of questioning.

“What did you buy?” he asked.

“Stuff, okay?  Chocolate stuff.  I NEEDED it.”  I said.

“Uh huh,” he said, unconvinced.

End of conversation.

I wish this was an isolated incident, but it’s not.

Today, I picked up Rooster from band practice.  I decided I was in need of a Sonic Icee.  See, I had interviewed for a history teacher position today, but I didn’t get it.  I was a teensy bit down in the dumps, and my mouth was a little more sore today than yesterday.

Rooster was totally okay with taking a detour on the way home.

And then we saw it…

The Mr.’s car.  He waved as he drove past us!

Rats.

What did we do?

We drove home.

Sigh.

Guess the icee will have to wait for another day…when I’m sure the Mr. is tied up at work.  😉