Ok, I’ll admit it, I’ve got nothin to write about. Empty brain. Nothing’s going on. Except that there was a HUGE lightning storm that hit our neighborhood last night. I’m sleepin along, minding my own business, when FLASH! It was like someone turned the light on in my room, and then BOOM, the loudest scariest thunder. And then the rain pounded down like rocks. It was a seriously wicked storm. I lay there trying to go back to sleep hoping that our house doesn’t get hit by lightning or flood or something.

Anyway, moving on…

I mentioned about this gift certificate to Merrell shoes, right? Well, in checking the website, I really couldn’t see spending that much money on shoes (even hypothetical free gift certificate money), and they are all really athletic hiking, outdoors-y shoes, not the kind I usually pick up on clearance at Target or Kohls, you know? So, I thought about being really nice and giving the gift certificate to Megan’s soccer coach, since she IS the outdoors-y, go for a 4 hour bike ride, coach 10 year old girls in the rain kind of gal. But then I found these shoes and decided I needed them. In the black. You always need black shoes, right? And I can use them for Bells, since I need comfortable black flats for standing there for hours. Yes, I’ll admit it. I was sucked into the shoe store, and it spit me out a chewed up shallow person who won’t share her gift certificate.

Since those shoes were not quite the limit of my free shoe-dom, I asked Megan to come and look at the website with me, and see if she saw any shoes she thought were cool. Some of them have big Ms for Merrell or Megan on them–that would be cool, right? She looks at them and says, “I don’t really need any shoes. I’ve got those two pairs that don’t fit me yet in my closet, anyway.”
What?
Someone’s offering you FREE shoes, and you say you don’t need any? I am beginning to wonder if this child was switched at birth. I mean, she’s got this athletic streak going on that I know she didn’t get from me or her dad, she’s skinny as a stick and she doesn’t want shoes? So, I call in the next one, who I know will not fail me in her shoe shopping. Natalie. The child who’s so much like me it’s almost painful to watch. “Natalie,” I say, “can you come in here for a minute?” So, she comes in and I ask her to look at these shoes and see if there’s any that look like fun to her. It doesn’t take us long before we’ve picked out these, and our gift certificate is pretty much spent.

So, now I get to wait in breathless anticipation (well, maybe not breathless, as that could be dangerous, if not fatal) for our cute shoes to arrive. I just hope I can wear them without a slight tinge of guilt that I could have given the gift certificate to a very deserving soccer coach. Maybe I’ll go and get her something from Bath and Body works. Even sporty people like lotions, right?