I came to a realization the other day that for me, at this particular time and stage of my life, it's kind of worth it to buy expensive shoes. Now, when I say shoes, I am not including heels or otherwise coquettish fancy-dress things, which I wear maybe once every eight months for a maximum of five hours a shot. I mean shoes, real shoes, that I
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The first sentence of your post was starting to sound like one of those voice-overs by a fictional Sarah Jessica Parker character on a TV show which I will never admit to having watched. (What with the shoes, the city, then, later, the mom-issues, etc.) But, happily it took a practical direction, and the Mom-aged people in the reading audience sighed collective relief. Walk proud. Perhaps it was the shoes (or their resultant karma) that helped land the internship.
My lovely and talented wife spent all of two days walking in Boston , some 7 years ago and has directed a continuous complaint in my direction ever since. Apparently, it's a difficult location for estrogen-dependent organisms to move about.
Drop by when you're down south.
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And good god, you're right about the first sentence. Sure am glad I redeemed myself on that one. And! I had the same notion re: the shoe-internship connection. They must have gleaned my impeccible taste over the phone.
I shall!
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