I have a pair of shoes.
Well, technically I have a metric fuck tonne of shoes, but I have one pair in particular that I call my Happy Shoes.
When I wear these shoes I feel happy.
I look down and I smile.
My Happy Shoes Just. Make. Me. Happy.
They are not that expensive, they are not that fancy, they are just fucking PRETTY and they make me smile.
Today I wore my Happy Shoes.
I woke up, after a night full of bad dreams and sleeplessness.
A night of sore throats and snuffly noses.
And realised that I haven’t worn my Happy Shoes since BEFORE The Big Bad Thing.
So, today, on Boo’s first full day of his Specialist School I put on my Happy Shoes.
And every time something annoyed me:
Like forgetting his enrolment papers
Or getting to work late and having to reschedule meetings
Or a petty bitch letting the door go and not holding it open for me
Or being overcharged for Boo’s celebratory First Day Down hot dog (fuck me dead EIGHT BUCKS FOR A FUCKING HOT DOG DONUT KING?)
Or the guy chopping down our trees obviously deciding to take today off so meaning the fucker will be hanging around tomorrow while I am at home
I just looked down at my happy shoes and smiled.
Everyone needs some Happy Shoes.
Happy Shoes fucking ROCK.