6:18pm: Arrive home. Seek out F to say Hello.
6:20pm: Notice large box sitting on back step, get excited at prospect of opening SHOES!
6:20:45sec pm: Notice other large box sitting in the living room by the front door. MORE SHOES!
6:21pm: Stack 2 large boxes on top of each other and admire lovely from the kitchen while making dinner.
6:45pm: Eat dinner in living room trying not to ripe into boxes with fork. MUST SEE SHOES!
7:00pm: F comes to tell me what needs to be completed on the evil family room this evening. Shoes must wait until work is over.
8:30pm: Finish work and start to head towards shoes who have been whispering to me for the last hour and a half. Hear F call from the basement to come help on his resume. *whimper* before heading downstairs.
8:45pm: Whiningly ask F if I can please go upstairs and try on my shoes now????
8:45:30pm: RACE UPSTAIRS TO SHOES! GLORIOUS SHOES!
8:46pm: Open first shoe box like it's Christmas!!!! Shiny! Pretty!
9:20pm: HATE STUPID shoes! Hate STUPID packaging that comes packed with shoes!
9:45pm: Limp into bedroom. Pretty shoes are MEAN! They pinch! They cut! They wobble! Hate stupid fat Polish feet!
9:46pm: Relay to F that out of 8 pairs of shoes, there are MAYBE 2 I could actually wear and MAYBE 3 others if re-ordered in a different size.
10:00pm: Crawl into bed feeling completely defeated.
2:00pm today: Order 3 more pairs of pretty! Shiny! Wedding shoes!!!!