I know it's mad, but if I go to hell will you come with me or just leave?

Ladies and gentlemen. . .I have a shoe problem.

I hate that I'm so stereotypically female that I love shoes as much as I do. But they're fun.

I went to Asheville this evening because I was a little stressed out and I wanted to drive, but I didn't want to drive aimlessly. I was going to go to Target, but then I saw that the mall was right there, so I stopped in there. I went in through the JC Penney entrance and saw, as I walked in, the shoe section.

I never had a chance.

The thing is, though, I'm smart about my stupid addiction. I have a certain amount of money that I absolutely will not go over when it comes to shoes. I buy 90% of my shoes on sale. I only went to the clearance rack, because it's not like I'm rolling in money. All of the shoes on the rack were $7.97. I bought 2 pairs:

I may be in love. And even better, the original price for both pairs was $50 and I got them both for less than $18 total.

The thing I don't understand is why I insist on heels. I'm 5'9 (well, 5'8.75) and whenever I put on heels, I'm probably at least 6 feet tall. But even when I wear shoes that aren't dressy (like the ones on the left) I insist on chunky heels.

While I'm sharing shoes, I'll put up pictures of the 2 pairs I bought when I visited Ashley in South Carolina. (I'm aware that most people most likely don't care what kinds of shoes I buy, but it's for posterity.)

Awesome. When I was with Ashley and I found the pink pair, she said she'd call my best friend and tattle on me if I didn't buy them. And then, that night, I wore them to dinner. We dressed up and went out and it was pretty cool. I wish I had a date I was excited about so I could dress up and be girly.

(Note: I didn't say "I wish I had a date" because then people could rightly say, "But you DID have a date and you cancelled it to go to a football game.")

Short story about Biltmore house.

Carrie and I met up with Carrie's sister (my cousin) Ginny and a few of her friends and we went to a wine tasting.

The guy was checking our IDs. Ginny didn't have hers but she talked the guy into letting her in anyway. She's. . .I don't know. 28? She has a 2-year-old, although that doesn't mean much these days and especially around this area.

Anyway, the guy got to me and he said, "I'm definitely going to need to see your ID. You're the youngest one in this group, aren't you?"

Now, I was, but only by a few months. Carrie turned 24 last month, and I'll be 24 next month. I wasn't aware I looked that young. I should be thankful, I guess, but I also happen to know why a lot of people I try to interview don't take me seriously. Because I look so young, like I shouldn't be doing what I'm doing. I'm an editor for crying out loud.

When I was talking to OnlineDateGuy, he said something like, "So, you're all on your own, you've got a steady job, and you're not even 24 yet?" like it was a big deal. Which, I guess, it is.

Basically, I'm a rock star.