It’s my birthday on Friday, and that means, unless I want variations on the following items, all gifted to me by The Boy in the past; chocolate milk, camping supplies, a map book, melted ice-cream, a hotel-esque bathrobe, NOTHING…. I have to give him written instructions on what to buy & where to buy it, or just buy my own birthday present… so I have been looking…
I have positively been DREAMING about a pair of these adorable Birkis Woodby clogs… aren’t they CUTE?! I am torn between the red ones with the cat & the green ones with the cow… ah, who am I kidding…? I want them all.
DON’T BUY THIS WILL YOU?! (Not unless it’s for me, teehee) There is only one and I WANT it. But do I want it more than the shoes….?
…of course I’ve probably left it too late to get myself either of these goodies by the end of the week, so we shall see what ‘treasure’ he has in store for me on the day. He’s been conferring with his boss (…the only other person on the planet that thinks ‘Arnold’ is a great name for a baby today… because of the govinator no less….) about his present selection ooohparently.
I am afraid.