Hye thee down to Sunset, and shake your moneymaker. You'll learn the other side of your chosen profession there... the things they don't teach in school.

good gaudy, u sure?

Okay, I had a comment. Really, I did. But Casca just pulled my soul out of my body and stomped upon it gleefully.

No wait. Law school did that.

you might remember me writing, about a year ago, that i don't like jeweled shoes. these would be the exception.

How 'bout we all chip in? Put me down for a hundred. Go establish a PayPal account.

Casca, you've got too much money, might as well give it to Annika as the Ex.

I'll pitch in when I finally move out of my parents' basement.

Shelly, you old bastard, just drive the stake in my heart why don't you! There are moments during the day when I can actually forget that a huge chunk of my life is still owned by that miserable self-righteous cunt. Besides, I can't see where those things are worth more than $50 altogether, and that's at Nordies.

How about I send you a pair of $14 slip-ons from Payless and a $10 gift card for Hobby Lobby. With minimal hot-glue-gun skills, you could make your own in about ten minutes. Ah, but where's the fun in that? *wink*

(Still filtering my blog url cuz of "us (dot) com"... SurelyYoureNotSerio"us (dot) com")

Get oer it man. Coun the benefits of not having to live with it and ocnsider that you got a bargain.

Every time I see my ex with her new husband, I total up the payments that he's making that I saved. Hoo-Rah.

Time wounds all heels.

"huge chunk"

Not for nothin' there Casca, but maybe that nickname for your wife is what broke the deal in the first place.

I'm no marriage counselor.....

Now I'm worried. All you need is a lobotomy and you'll be gyrating around a car in a Carl's Jr commercial. (The flip side of "Robert Blake Goes to Oxford.")