This past weekend, one of my oldest and dearest friends came to visit me. Anita and I met when we were 4 yrs. old at Sunday school. [Along with our mutual friend, Stacy, we have known each other for 50 years!] Anita and I talked, laughed and cried. Oh…and we shopped. We both like Eileen Fisher so we went to the outlet before she left to drive back to Iowa. While there I found a pair of boots that I really liked and wanted. The only problem was, even though we were at the outlet, they were still too expensive for my blood. Anita did her best to talk me into getting them. She even told me of a specific outfit I have that would be great with the boots. But, I just couldn’t do it and I walked out without them.
Shortly after saying ‘good-bye’ to Anita and leaving the store, Wynn called me while I was driving home. Here’s how that conversation went:
Wynn: “Hi…where are you?”
Me: “I’m on my way home, grieving over a pair of boots that were too expensive to buy. “
Wynn: “How much?”
Me: “$XXX” (I'm not posting how much 'cause it's embarrassing)
Wynn: “Oooo. If you think you’ll wear them a lot, get ‘em.”
Me: “Well…I would wear them a lot, but really…at this stage in my life…how long will I really wear them?”
Wynn: “What are you talking about…just get ‘em.”
Me: “Yeah…but if I was totally well, I wouldn’t spend that much.”
Wynn: “Just get ‘em, and I’ll bury you in them.”
So, I turned around and bought them. Aren’t they cute?!
Tomorrow is my scan...I'll be in touch.