Well, I’m still sick.
And it’s getting a tad tiresome.
My voice loses about three words in every sentence, and I sound like a weird hybrid of E.T., Kermit, and Carol Channing.
I realize that probably addresses some sort of internet fetish, but I’d really rather not think about it.
I’m weary of the cough.
And I’m weary of how it deepens.
But I’m sure it won’t go any further.
Right?
So I got these (in that colour, too), because I figured that was better than shelling out gobs of cash for a pair of Uggs without knowing if I could handle wearing fluffy booties or not.
They’re my training Uggs.
Obviously, they are suede and wool, not shearling, but maaaaan. Cozy. Comfy. Like wearing foot clouds. I can tell Uggs are more luxe, but these feel pretty damn good, too.
No, I don’t wear my jeans tucked into them, because I WON’T OWN JEANS WITH TAPERED ANKLES EVEN IF CLINTON AND STACY TELL ME TO.
Not that they would. I’d look like a drumstick. With fluffy boots.
No, I am not planning to wear them with a miniskirt and leg warmers. I have only owned one pair of legwarmers, and they went with a turquoise sweater dress I had when I was ten.
I did look pretty awesome, thank you.
I’m just wearing them with normal, bootcut jeans and a happy sweater, but I actually look FOR ONCE like I’m dressed for the weather.
Also?
Sun came out.
WOO!
Now all that’s left is the SARS that is currently eating my body.
Maybe the boots will cure it?