Check out my tan boots, photographed from the feature angle (i.e. from behind) by my lovely assistant Hannah. What I really should do is put up a pic of my lovely assistant Hannah – she’s very cute – but she’s gone home for the day, and I’m pretty sure it’s good etiquette to ask before you post someone’s picture on your blog. Also, she’s not really my lovely assistant, although she is lovely.
My lovely assistant is called Nick, and today Nick and I had words. Not over my boots, but over a work thing – Responsibility. Good God! When did I even start being able to pronounce responsibility, let alone argue about it? I mean look at my shoes! Do I seem like a responsibility junkie?
Sigh… I’ll have to wear my most irresponsible shoes tomorrow just to feel like my old (young) self. I challenge you to go out and be irresponsible today, then tell me about it.
Is there such a concept as responsible/irresponsible now that we’re all grown-ups? I mean, now that I’m in my 30s, KFC for dinner feels like a ‘choice’ rather than an irresponsible dinner decision.
I think there’s too much focus on ‘responsibilty’. How about talking about ‘exercising choices’? e.g. at lunch time I excercised my choice of lip gloss and got this really great Napoleon Lip Lacquer in Rare Ruby!
What an honour! And you only like photos of me where my smile takes up a good 3/4 of my face anyways, so I think the no photo thing is for the best
Sexy Boots!