Because I only have to work 4 hours, and I have properly budgeted, so that means that on Friday I get to go boot shopping.  Yay!  I am justifying this by saying a.) the image consultant last night told me the boots I was wearing for were wrong for what I want to accomplish (look taller, so that I fit in with my stupid family of giants) and b.) those boots?  I bought them when I lived in MA, so they are what? 4 years old? The soles are wearing out. 

I love boot shopping.