… “Were you high last night? Those were a slew of ugly shoes you sent me”… went the email from JSlow in response to, well, the slew of apparently ugly shoes I sent her via email for “approval”.
Problem was, I wasn’t buzzed or high or anything, just tired from my usual day of spreadsheets and other work shenanigans. My smudged reading glasses and tired eyes combined to form the female shopping version of male “Beer goggles” at “last call,” causing those shiny black studded boots to look mighty fine. Maybe I’ll take them home. But I’m sure I’ll regret it in the morning.
We’d love to hear about any of your late night shopping trysts and if you still respect yourself the next day. Thankfully for me, my wing-girl saved me from certain heartbreak.