My question is, when does it stop being a "problem" and start being a problem?
Shoes, that is. When did I get so many? And what was I planning on doing with so many pairs of heels?
I'm taking comfort in the idea that if I ever became truly poor, I could make a decent amount of money by auctioning off my shoe collection (please God, don't let it come to that!)
Also while I'm here, check out the masterpiece A and I drew while studying this afternoon:
That would be Yoshi. And a tree. And a bird?
Finals minds are strange minds.
Peace out, cub scouts.
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