Isn't it Ironic?

It's a traffic jam when you're already late.

It's free ride that you just didn't take.

It's like falling love with shoes when you don't have the money.

I have various and sundry lists that I keep, change and forget all the time. When I was young I started a list of names for my children. I haven't used any of them. I have the classic 'Things to Do Before I Die' list as well as the basic, daily 'Things to Do' list.

I also have a list called "When I am Rich." This is basically a fantasy list that will never happen. But if I were to win the lottery that I never play this list is what I would do with the money.

Shoes has only recently been added to the list. I never was much for shoes and never saw the point in having a bazillion pairs when having a few strategic pairs would cover everything in my wardrobe that I might wear them with. But now I found myself browsing the shoes at whatever store I happen to be in and wishing that I could have a cute pair like that. Or those. Oh, or those! But alas, despite my new fantasy I am to frugal and cheap to buy any of them. And face it, my feet, never the best part of my body, have only gone down hill post pregnancy. Finding shoes that even fit is challenge, let alone looking good in the cute pairs!

But here is the true irony. I have bought one pair of new shoes for myself in the last, oh, I don't know, two years? And in the last three months I have bought more than 4 pairs of sandals for Ian, trying desperately to find some to fit his fat feet. And he would rather be barefoot.