big bad seventh grader

andy is entering seventh grade this fall. we, amazingly, have not waited until the last moment to buy his school supplies and clothes. as it stands, he already has two pairs of tennis shoes and we are supposed to buy him another pair because he doesn't have "gym shoes". the little swindler! he sure knows how to work it. "it" meaning he knows how to work his father and dan's mother, his grandmother. if i would have gotten my gram to buy me shoes, then went and spent a large amount on shoes, and then had the audacity to ask for gym shoes you know what my father would have said? he would have said something like this, "you need a pair of "___"like i need another"...

of course, andy has exquisite taste in shoes. boys skate shoes are so graphically arty these days. i remember that vans were cool... but they were pretty plain. not "audios". they have loverly graffiti. although i do think they look a bit clunky on the foot.

i actually bought a new pair of shoes for myself recently. not audios. black/white polka-dotted open-toed wedge heels with thin little ankle straps. only $5.74 at target. they make me feel glamorous.:) like a movie star. they are terribly impractical. i'll probably twist an ankle and kill myself. but, gee whiz, i'll look smashing.