In the continuing list of inanimate objects and other non-human things I’ve said I’d marry.

Those would be my black heels, which were worn out five years ago, but are so freaking comfortable that I just can’t let them go until I’ve found a suitable replacement — which I have yet to do.  Seriously, $20 Target heels, and there’s no replacing the damn things.  You know, between this and buying a second pair of sneakers at Ross yesterday even though I already have one wearable pair, I think I might be turning into a girly girl.  That’s what qualifies you, right?  Being in love with your heels and owning more than one pair of sneakers?

Oh, also, I do know how to spell ‘intentions’ – the scanner did something weird and I apparently fixed it everywhere but there.  Sad trombone.