I broke down yesterday, due to extreme pain, and bought a pair of boots in Time Square (otherwise known as The Land of Everything Which is Overpriced). Here's the shortened version of the story.

I decided to wear my MaryJane shoes to Friday's little get-together. I had to dig the shoes out of the bottom of the shoe pile in the bottom of my closet. I was soon to remember exactly why these cute little shoes were buried under every other pair of shoes I own.

Tomorrow is my father's birthday. He'll be 48 years old, if I remember correctly. So here's to you Dad! May this be only one in many more birthdays to come.