Going BANANAS!

Nothing can brighten a girl's day like a new pair of kicks. Yep, gentlemen take note: The way to a girl's heart is not jewelry, not flowers, and not food. (unless you're this kind of chef. YUM.) 

The way to a girl's heart is SHOES. At least for me. 

Anyway, my day sort of went downhill when I got home tonight. La was being unruly. The dog was going ballistic, the load of white laundry I did tonight turned a nice shade of rusty brown (whoops, forgot they were shutting the water off earlier today, hence, rusty water this evening!). 

But, lo, I bring you good tidings. All is well in the Ka, La and Bro household. And it's all on account of the fact that I have me some new shoes. They came in the mail today from the oh-so-chic and sacred Banana Republic. They are true gems. A glistening light at the end of today's tunnel.

Here they are in all their blissful glory:

I love them.

Aunt Kathleen will invariably call these granny shoes. But, I will call them fashionably sophisticated and practically perfect in every way. Just like Mary Poppins. 

Did I particularly NEED these shoes? NO. I didn't. Did I want them? Duh. AND they were on sale (Do I ever buy anything full price? No. Thank you Grandpa Cal for teaching me how to be so goshdarn frugal. Where would I be without that valuable lesson?). Gramps, it could be worse. I could have gone and bought me some Manolo Blahnik's like these bad boys.