<p>come on boots!</p>

<p>who is that hippie chick wiht big sunglasses boots curly hair</p>

<p>tiana and kassy first thing</p>

<p>cooleenie photo</p>

<p>born?  comfie?   everbody has them although i thoguht they were dorky?  clarks?</p>

<p>Jim  hug drive by.  i would do you those boots.  love hair.  Salvador.  rockin mid 30s.  insulted.  36 or 33???  and then white teeth.  he said 34. </p>

<p>magic powers -- girls night.  but michelle you don't look much over 18 now.  then 20s.  drinking wine and soft lighting in house party, but I'll take it! </p>

<p>Boots made me sassy and years younger.  don't need to spend mj$$$ on plastic surgery.  Get boots and work it, girlfriend. </p>

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<p>Did you notice that cowgirl boots were "in" last winter?  I decided that I needed a pair.  Reminded me of circa early 90s in Houston when I owned a great pair of red and black cowgirl boots.  I loved those boots.  Giddyup! </p>

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<p>The only snag from last winter was that I couldn't find a pair last season that I liked that FIT.  Argh. </p>

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<p>Fast forward to last weekend when Dina <em>dah</em>ling and I ventured to Macy's after breakfast at our favorite little haunt.  (<a href="http://www.lagrandeorangegrocery.com/" target="_blank"><strong>LGO</strong></a> for all of my locals peeps.) </p>

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<p>I saw them from across the crowded room.  I slowly approached, wanting to make a move but afraid that I would be left stranded like last season.  The salesman tempted me with a breathy, "What size are you?" </p>

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<p>"6", I answered, as if under a spell. </p>

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<p>The salesman returned with size 6 in hand and promises of Happy Ever After.  "One of our associates purchased these and started wearing them immediately here at work.  She said that they are the most comfortable boots she's ever worn!" </p>

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<p>Sigh...</p>

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<p>I tried them on and...</p>

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<p>They fit like a glove.  Which is infinitely more comfortable than a glass slipper. </p>

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<p>And when the cowgirl boot fits, then you <em>must</em> wear it sister! </p>

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<p>Are you ready, boots?  Start walkin'! </p>

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<p>Dina <em>dah</em>ling didn't quite understand my lust for the boots.  "Why do you want a pair of cowgirl boots?" </p>

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<p>???</p>

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<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Because they're sassy.  And they look great with jeans.  Which I <em>live</em> in all winter.  And they're comfy.  <em>Especially</em> these. </p>

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<p>And I will need them for when I go out to a country bar to try two-stepping for this blog! </p>

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<p><strong>Dina <em>dah</em>ling:</strong>  Oh. </p>

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<p>I wore my cowgirl boots for the first time on day 41 which also happened to be casual Friday at work.  I walked into the building with a little bit of sass in my step, which apparently did not go unnoticed. </p>

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<p>My friend Elaine aka Laney popped her head around the corner and blurted, "I wondered who that hippie chick was with the great boots and the big wavy hair and the sunglasses." </p>

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<p>I instanty felt very Sheryl Crow-ish,</p>

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