Behold my Christmas sales purchase! God Bless TK Maxx, for it was not only they who provided me with these boots, it was also they who incorrectly tagged them as a UK size 2.5 (seriously, who even HAS feet that small?), thus ensuring that all of the non-snazzy shoppers would pass them by (or maybe they just thought they were ugly? Oh my God, are my boots ugly? Say they are not ugly.), thus ensuring that the last remaining pair in the whole entire store were, in fact, my size. (Not a 2.5, natch, a size 4. Just for your reference, in case, you know, you ever want to buy me stuff.) So I got my boots, and so excited was I that as I rushed to the register with them clutched in my clammy little hands, I left all my other shopping bags lying in a heap in the shoe department. Doh! Luckily they were still there when I got back, eh? So yes, there ws no point to this post AT ALL, other than to say, "Hey, I got nice boots. You?"