OK, so I think technically these are called “bootees” but being over the age of, you know, an infant I am going to call them boots.

I went out yesterday intending to go to a car dealership – I am giving serious thought to a Mini (any thoughts, anyone? I’ve heard mixed reviews). JB and I made the fatal mistake of stopping at our local pub for lunch first, which turned into a fight (sorry JB, a “disagreement leading to a passionate discussion”) which then turned into a surprisingly frank and informative conversation leading to happiness all round (“awww”). The point of all that is by the end of this “discussion” neither of us were in the mood to go to a car dealership.

As we were deciding where to go next (Target was high on the list), my iPhone froze up on me, so we decided to head to the nearby Apple store. Which happens to have an Aldo store close by. Which happened to exactly match the gift card I’ve been carting around for months.

Tada! I am so wearing these to work tomorrow.

So deliciously impractical