If you hadn't noticed, we're pretty fond of the Bloggess around here...
On my way to becoming Furiously Happy, I went out and bought something completely frivolous that I did not need, but that made me so incredibly happy. (Seriously, watch the video in that post. It's incredible and makes me laugh every. fucking. time.)Shoes.
They're what I would typify as Bad Ass Mother Fucker (or, BAMF) shoes. Should I go ahead and throw in now that I have arthritis and that these shoes may only ever see the light of day inside my own house? They are my red dress in a cemetery, my creepy ass stuffed monkey..
And although they're slightly painful and completely irrational, they make me happy. And isn't that all that really matters? 
Caution: I can kill you with my shoe.
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