Ok, that pretty much narrows it down to lifeguard or jesus

$100:

Fill the gas tank. And a double Whopper.

Kinda sketchy in the benefits dept...

cue strange music.......

my friend just posted on facebook:

Dooo de dooo de doooo

I'd buy a soda to make change.

A C-note would just get tucked in the wallet and chipped away at like everything else.

Bills, then if there's anything left over... dog haircuts. Being a grown up is not as fun as everyone else tried to say it would be.

Who said that? ;)

You're good, Razz! :)

It's the greatest feeling. About 4,5 years ago while cleaning out my desk, I went through some old envelopes and found $50. Bought myself a pair of running shoes then. LOL...just realized I want to buy myself another pair with the imaginary $100. :p:

I had an awesome pair of navy blue wedge heeled shoes when I was younger that I bought specifically to wear with my navy blue pants for work or going out for drinks. They were so awesome I wore them completely out. First the soul started getting thinner, then the heels just came loose and the fabric upper started fraying.

I loved those shoes. I could dance for hours in them, and they looked really good. I miss those shoes. I wish I could get them back, but they were from the 1990's. I don't think I'll ever find any to ever match them again. :sniff:

Oh I hear youl I love the pair I still have and they look like crap. Low heeled and cute, with the bottoms of the heels flapping around and clicking inappropriately. Scratches on the sides of the heels. But they 'go.' And they gotta go!

I feel like I should honor them for their unwavering service lo these four years!

I have two pairs of stacked wedges that I still wear out (if I ever get to go out!)
I think I've said before that they outlasted my marriage and the Evil Ex.
The white ones do make my feet burn after a night of dancing, but at least I can keep them on. Many of my dancing shoes were only viable for about an hour and then stashed under a table somewhere. Dancing barefoot is so much nicer since the smoking ban!

I had a high-heeled, calf-high (mock) snakeskin boot stolen while out dancing in Weymouth. Luckily I was a slip of a thing then, and got a piggy-back to the boat I was staying on. I always wonder who bothered to steal a single boot. I suspect a jealous lady, because I was in a damned foxy dress. And because it makes me feel good to think that.

groceries.

boring but needed.

Y'know, all those kids who just CAN'T WAIT to grow up and get a car and live on their own and stop going to school and and...


I was never one of those kids.