Somebody turned thirty-seven last night and we were left with no choice but to have a party in the playhouse. Lots of fun things happened and were said. Thanks to Mr. Michelob Ultra, I'm no longer sure what any of them were. (BAD blogger!)
I do distinctly remember these super cute Nikes, a gift to the super cute Birthday Girl who declined to have her face posted here, but was all about displaying her shoes. And, damn, who can blame her?! It's a little hard to tell, but those Nikes have black and pink patent leather over regular white leather and spring-loaded soles. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say they are the hottest sneakers EVER (because they are).
[Edited to add: Oh! I just remembered! The Birthday Girl did agree to let me write a novel based on her experiences. We came up with a title, too: "Two Boobs and Three Boys: The Story of a Marriage". Catchy, no?]