These Shoes

I forgot her shoes. Well, not exactly accurate, the dog stole one of her shoes out of the car while I was cleaning it out at six o'clock in the morning. I couldn't find the mate. Sure enough, when we got home he was happily chewing away.

Of all things to forget when going to a doctor's office. Fifteen minutes to get there and we dash into Target. Which has been reset... again. Fortunately, the shoe department is easy to find, but the children's shoes seem to be hodge-podged across three aisles. I'm trying to find something cheap, fast. We don't need another pair of shoes. Before I can find the clearanced shoes, she spots those. At this point I know there's no hope of getting out of this store in the five minutes I have unless we just grab that pair (which were stuck somewhere they didn't belong and happened to be her exact size).

There they are. In a place of honor, on her rocking chair while she slept. No closet for these majestic things.

I grimaced at the sight of them. I cringed at the register. But her face has been lit up since yesterday prancing about in her new shoes. *sigh* I suppose that makes it worth it... right?

Cheap, flimsy plastic. Gaudy cartoon figure on the front. *shudder* I resent the fact they exist in my house. Then there's the fact they have a raised heel. Don't. Please. Don't get me started on that.

I hate these shoes.

Why couldn't there have been a nice pair of clear slippers.....