NORMAN — My little something about me this week is I like the simple things in life.
I like to sleep late on the weekends. I like sitting on the couch on a Friday night with my dogs and a blanket. If I could, I’d have ice cream for every meal. And I like to buy new shoes.
Every move I’ve ever made, and there have been several, I’ve always had lots and lots of boxes. Most of them were shoe boxes. At one point, it got so bad that my dad threatened to rent a trailer specifically for my shoes. Two pairs of shoes, he’d say, that’s all you need. One for work. One for play. My dad and I see eye-to-eye on a lot of things, but shoe ownership is not one of them.
I’m constantly in search of a new pair of shoes. So this week, I was pleased as punch when my long search for a pair of sensational shoes ended. I even think there was a little happy dance in the corner of one of Norman’s biggest department stores.
I was just about to give up my quest, too. I’d been to countless stores. I’d looked online. I’d even ventured out of town. No matter how many online miles I logged or gallons of gas it took, I was determined to find my dream shoes. But store after store, my hands, or feet I guess I should say, kept coming up empty. That is until Wednesday evening at about 7:45.
I called my husband as I left the office that night to tell him not to wait up for me. I was determined that night I was going to find something pretty to wrap around my tootsies. And I didn’t care how long it took. I was even willing to go without dinner. I was serious.