Wonder if my insurance covers "fetish therapy"?

I finished the last of my Christmas returns yesterday. I only had 4 things that needed to be returned, it just took me this long to get around to finishing them. The last thing was a pair of jeans for Jacob. He needed to exchange them for a different size. So after I bribed the boys with lunch at Olive Garden yesterday afternoon (they had early release time from school), we headed on over to JC Penney to do the big exchange. Well 'lo and behold, Penney's was having a sale. A fairly good sale, too. Not only did Jake get his jeans exchanged, but he also came out of there with 2 more t-shirts. Kaleb also got a pair of jeans. They both probably would have gotten more, but they kind of ran out of "Mom time" and decided they were done. Teenagers. I swear. But anywho, since we were in separate cars, they went their way and I went...well, I kept shopping. You know, my dearly beloved told me once that he thought I had a shoe fetish. I told him he was crazy. Turns out, he was most probably right. I didn't start out in the shoe section at Penney's. I just sort of ended up there. (And found two totally awesome sweaters along the way!). The shoes, though. Well. What can I say? I saw these first:

Lovely brown. I needed them. I'm not sure why I needed them, since I do already have, oh I don't know, at least 4 other pairs of brown heels. But that's not really the point, now is it? The point is, these shoes called to me. And when I answered them (because I always try to answer shoes when they call to me - it is the polite thing to do!), I found that they were on sale for under TWENTY DOLLARS. Hel-looooo! Like I could turn my back on that, right? So I scooped them up, held them to my bosom and declared them mine. And that's when my eyes saw these:Yeah. The exact same shoe, only in black! How many times have you been in your closet, looking for the perfect pair of shoes to wear and have picked up one pair only to wish you had them in a different color? Happens all the time, right? I can't tell you the times I've wished I had this one particular pair of shoes in black instead of brown (and I even bought the black first and then returned them and bought the brown at a later date - don't ask - it was a weird time for me). But with this pair of shoes, I have an opportunity to avoid the agony of wrong color purchase - I can just purchase them in both colors 'cause the price is so outrageously good. So that's what I did. I brought both pairs home with me and I love them so. Aren't they fan-tabulous?

Well. The good times weren't over yet. After I left JC Penney, I decided to mosey on down to Belk to see what I could see. Again, I didn't start out in the shoe section. But that's where I ended up. Check these out:

Gasp! Aren't they just WOW! I mean really. WOW! And they were on sale, too. I think they were about $22 bucks. To tell you the truth, I don't really remember what they cost - I was in the throes of boot euphoria and once I saw the 70% off sign, I just shut my eyes and swooned. All this ecstatic emotion over these three pairs of shoes has led me to the realization that Randey may have been onto something when he called my love of shoes a "fetish". Well, that and the fact that I actually bought THREE FLIPPIN' PAIRS OF SHOES FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON IN ONE DAY! The good news? Calling it a "fetish" means it's, technically speaking, a "mental disorder" and therefore, I'm not responsible. Right? Yes. Yes indeed. That is right.
In other news, when I downloaded the pictures of my beautiful new shoes, I found these pictures from Christmas on my camera as well. This one is Maddy, my oldest granddaughter, sitting in Starbucks. Doesn't she look like a proper young lady here? She's such a great kid.

These next two pictures are of Nick, Kaleb and Jacob at Penn Square Mall in Oklahoma City.

Now check out Nick's face once he realized I had my camera out. lol

And this is a favorite. You knew it would happen one day: cash is no longer any good. Read this sign:

Reckon I can write 'em a check for a gift card? Or maybe I can use a stolen credit card and just buy a whole bunch of 'em and shop 'til I drop. Guess anything's possible. All I know is, they don't want no stinkin' CASH anymore. Yer money ain't no good here, folks! Kind of scary, isn't it?

That's about it for today! Hope everyone is having a wonderful FRIDAY!!