Fashion kills...

your brain cells! This is the conclusion I've come to after many occasions. I have found that I wear heels to alot of very inappropriate places.

Like when I wore heels to the Stock Show. Where there is lots of animals! And where there is lots of animals there is lots of animal poop. Yuck!

Or the Time I wore these grey heels. No place other than the Apple Orchard on a field trip with T and his class. It might have not been so bad if it hadn't rained that whole week. No I didn't get the hint when I saw all the other parents wearing rain boots either!

Needless to say that was in September. These heels still sit on my closet floor looking just like this. I haven't been able to bring myself to clean them off. I'm actually thinking it might be easier to just go buy a new pair!

The most recent occasion...The Gaylord Ice Exhibit. Where it is 9 degrees inside! Once again it never dawned on me. Not even as I was putting our coats, scarfs, mittens and hats all in the car. There is no way I would ever have a coat and a parka on with heels! Okay so maybe I did! But I sure did look cute.

So what if I place fashion above all else. My toes were only numb and didn't get the feeling back in them for at least an hour.

Merry Christmas

The Eve of Christmas

Wow...it's already here! Seriously how does it come faster each year. I love this time of year and very sad it's almost over.

Although I can't sleep! My little SugarPlum is snug in my bed with visions of ripsticks dancing in his head. Santa has already stopped by The Moseley house and eaten his cookies...boy they were yummy! I'm missing my hubby tonight. I hate when his shift falls on hoildays...especially Christmas Eve.

I can't wait to see the excitement on T's face when he see's that Santa has indeed stopped by.

And of course he has been Good all year long!!! And even if he wasn't how could you say No to this face??? Nope I couldn't!!! That's why he's spoiled rotten. There is a tree with too many presents under it to count with his name on them.

Oh I can't turn on the alarm tonight either. Tristen is afraid Santa will set it off when he comes down the chimmney.

And to all a goodnight!!!