Giving, Santa, The Boot

Cute Hubby: Why is your shoe under the chair?

Me: I'm gluing it.

CH: What kind of glue are you using?

Me: Gorilla glue.

Ch: That should hold anything.

It didn't. RIP my beautiful work shoes that I've had for over 10 years. I bought them at The Wild Pair on sale for $5.00. I was the only employee at Prescriptives, and after that Christian Dior, who wore boots to work. I had a doctor's note. Prescriptives was cool with it, Dior was not. Anyways, those boots got me through many years of standing on my feet all day. I will miss them. Would it be wrong to give them a proper burial?

Thanks to Kate, of A World So Small, for my lovely Christmas card and goodies. Kate has been MIA for months, so imagine my surprise and joy at receiving this package from her. I cried.
Kate's taste is right on the money. From the bustier key chain, to the diary, to the little chocolate Santas, to the drunk 50's housewife on the card, she's got me totally pegged. (I don't drink to excess anymore, btw, but I used to) Her gift choices are an extension of the wit we've all come to expect in her blog, which we are sorely missing. Come back to us Kate.

On a final note, my best friend called me on the phone last night to let me know that she came across a bag of letters which I had written to her while I was living in France. Dear girl had saved every one, and tons of photos, too. Isn't funny how stuff like that happens at Christmas time, and then you get all emotional & warm & fuzzy inside? God, I really love this time of year.
We were supposed to get a snow storm last night, so my oldest daughter spent the night (that only makes sense if you know us). Not one flake so far. Ha!