For Travis...

My big bro Travis keeps pulling my pigtails, and as I was looking through some old pictures (I really do mean old.. some of the pictures I was looking at are of me as a very wee lass!), I came across this one and it made me think of him. Wasn't I just adorable? Come on now, I can hear you say :"awwwwwwwwwwwwww!". Until you get a look at what my mother felt could pass for appropriate little girls footwear! (ACK!!) Yes dear readers, THOSE shoes are most likely what is at the root of my passion for shoes... WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO!! Hey I just thought of something. Now I have an excuse everytime I walk through a shoestore! It's therapy! Can I pass off a Jimmy Choo purchase as a medical expense on my income tax do you think? Will my insurance company cover that? Hmmmmm.. better have a look into that. Maybe I could write-off the Richmond trip since Pia, The Chicklet and myself did have a look at lovely shoes... If there are any Canadian Tax Specialists out there please drop me a line, I'd be interested in discussing the finer points of those lovely forms we fill out every spring. You can impress me with your wizardry with numbers. I'll ooooh and aaaah as you explain some obscure tax law for trappers and furtraders. In order to make amends for the ickiness of what looks like junior army boots *shudder* I'll have to find a lovely shoe, something with a nice open toe, or something strappy .. anything that actually shows off the ankle. Yes folks, you couldn't tell by that picture, but I actually have ankles (and WTF with the socks???) Want to know what else disturbs me? They propped me up on a ledge! Travis, here's a paper bag... breathe dear. Don't ask me HOW I ended up on this video.. but Travis, your knee thingy is SO much better! Love you more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!