So apparently I'm a shoe thief. The other day I put on a pair of my black flats and one of them felt really stretched out compared to the other. I was pretty impressed that I stretched out only one of my shoes, but there wasn't a lot I could do about it, so I eventually forgot about it. A couple days later I was cleaning my room/organizing my shoes when I picked up the same black flats--this was confusing because I thought I had just put that pair very nicely in the back corner of my closet. I'd thought right. Turns out I have two pairs of the same exact shoes, plus or minus a half size. To assuage the guilt that I somehow stole someone's really cute shoes I've started telling myself that my closet just must be shoe baby-making central.
Also, am I back in high school? A couple days ago I was driving home from Salt Lake when a car pulled up beside me and stayed there for the entire on-ramp. I may have a mild (ok severe) case of road rage, and this just bothers me, if you're going to pass, man up and do it. The two lanes eventually merged so I had to pull in front of him. He continues to follow me as I change lanes and it was pretty obvious that he'd never mastered the two-second rule in driver's ed. At this point I'm ticked, I hate when people ride my ass, especially when I'm in the fast lane going 80 and I couldn't merge right if I wanted to. After a couple minutes of this he gets into the HOV lanes and pulls up right beside me and stays there. My road rage almost rears it's ugly head when I turn to ask him what the hell is wrong with him. Luckily I only got the "what" out because he proceeded to tell me that I was hot and that he wanted my number. I did my best to mouth thanks but sorry, I can't handle your driving even when I'm paying attention to the road, I am not going to try to multi-task. (Don't worry, I mouthed it more nicely than that) The whole thing reminded me of going down the St. George with Steph and Lauren and cruising around specifically just to get people's number. I would always freeze and stare straight ahead when we pulled next a car full of hot boys. Lauren and Steph on the other hand had it down to an art. Apparently I'm not any better at it now than I was then. After this he did start driving like a sane person, with appropriate spaces in between cars and everything. I almost feel guilty for not giving him my number so I could say sorry I have a boyfriend and I'm moving across the country in less than a month but thanks for the ego-boost. Oh and don't worry folks, I was pretty immediately knocked back down to size. That same day I was wandering in Target waiting for my prescriptions to be filled when a man walks up to me and asks me if I know where the nursing bras are. Um...what the? Now instead of feeling super hot I'm left wondering what about me would make a complete stranger think I know that answer to that.
