Monday, April 05, 2004
It makes me want to wear better shoes
I went to the grand opening of the very first DSW in Birmingham under the pretense of trying to find some shoes to wear for Easter, and now I am totally in love. I could have walked out of there with at least four or five pairs of shoes, but I had to restrain myself. I am by no means a shoe fiend (unlike my former roommate), but I'm afraid this store could turn me into one. This is not good news for my wallet.
Come on down!
My summer plans just keep getting better and better. Bri and I have arranged the dates of our Great American Road Trip so that we can attend a taping of The Price Is Right once we get to L.A. Going on The Price Is Right has been my dream even before going on the Great American Road Trip was my dream. Ooh, I hope I make it on the show. (And I hope I get to play Plinko! Or that car game where you say, "Gentlemen, do I have at least one number right?" Or the game with the yodeling man. I'm not picky.) Apparently they interview all of the audience members before the taping, and that's how they determine who makes it to Contestant's Row. Perhaps I can wow them by putting my entire fist in my mouth, which is what got me on Millionaire. At the very least, we'll have to make some awesome shirts.
I went to the grand opening of the very first DSW in Birmingham under the pretense of trying to find some shoes to wear for Easter, and now I am totally in love. I could have walked out of there with at least four or five pairs of shoes, but I had to restrain myself. I am by no means a shoe fiend (unlike my former roommate), but I'm afraid this store could turn me into one. This is not good news for my wallet.
Come on down!
My summer plans just keep getting better and better. Bri and I have arranged the dates of our Great American Road Trip so that we can attend a taping of The Price Is Right once we get to L.A. Going on The Price Is Right has been my dream even before going on the Great American Road Trip was my dream. Ooh, I hope I make it on the show. (And I hope I get to play Plinko! Or that car game where you say, "Gentlemen, do I have at least one number right?" Or the game with the yodeling man. I'm not picky.) Apparently they interview all of the audience members before the taping, and that's how they determine who makes it to Contestant's Row. Perhaps I can wow them by putting my entire fist in my mouth, which is what got me on Millionaire. At the very least, we'll have to make some awesome shirts.
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