Happy birthday to me! And shoe porn.

     Ok, it's been a few days, but today is a special day.  It's my birthday!  I am now officially "in my 40s."  I am not having a mid-life crisis; in fact I am unusually thrilled.  Despite the numerous things I suck at, I rock at birthdays.  This year was particularly awesome because my mother (oooh, she needs a pseudonym! But for now she'll just be Ma) took me shopping and bought me shoe porn! That's right, I said it.  Shoe porn.  I could spend every day looking at different shoes and have no remorse for wasting the time or that people are starving (ok, I'd regret that people are starving, and my money is definitely more likely to go in a collection basket than to actually BUYING the shoes, but if looking at shoes is my greatest sin, I'll take it.) 

     The thing about shoe porn is that the shoes that are hottest are just like porn stars...they're the ones you're least likely to get.  But my mom...ah, that woman...yesterday she bought me these red shoes that I have no place to wear, and it was glorious.  

With three kids, I drool over the reds and the blues and the violets, but knowing that I will only be able to buy one pair of shoes for the year (or two, or three) I opt for the black or the beige, that I can wear with anything.  More often than not that black has to double as a wedding and funeral shoe, and the beige covers everything else.  But red...every woman should own a pair of red shoes, even if it is only to walk around the house in them feeling pretty.  

     I put those suckers on immediately.  And yes.  I feel damn pretty.