we now interrupt any potential serious theology or intellectual thought with a post about something totally ridiculous

As I have mentioned before, I am a fan of Sex and the City. Yes, I saw the movie - yes, it's full of rampant materialism and grown women acting like teenagers, but here's my secret to the enjoyment of SATC: I don't care. It's fun. I'm entertained. I don't have to find my core values in the show, or the film. I can still enjoy it. And I do.

Also, I love shoes. Love, love, love them.

If you are a fan, you might remember the episode called "A Woman's Right to Shoes." In which Carrie, invited to a friend's baby shower, is forced to remove her shoes upon entering this home, because the mother doesn't want any outside dirt in the house. And then somebody else steals Carrie's shoes. And then the mother shames Carrie for her extravagant shoes, upon which Carrie realizes that she has spent quite a lot of money celebrating that woman's choices in life - engagement gift, wedding gift, trip to the wedding, three baby gifts - and all of this adds up to a lot more than the cost of her shoes. (Which is still a lot, but there you go.)

Essentially, it's an episode about the reality that American culture is almost totally focused on the traditional nuclear family structure - mom, dad, two kids and a dog - and that anyone who doesn't fit that mold gets left out of most of our common celebration times. I felt like that on a routine basis while I was single. And I still feel like that now, as someone without kids. So I loved this episode.

And I love, love, love those shoes. I've looked at them on ebay a few times - and that price point is just way beyond me. Seriously. $900 for one pair of shoes? Can't do it. I've looked for knock-off versions for years, and never found a good one.

Until last week.

I ordered them. And they showed up yesterday. Yesterday, I had my wrap-up appointment with my fertility doctor, at which he went through all my test results and we talked about how to proceed from here. I was hoping it would be a little more optimistic than it was: it turns out that I have severe endometriosis, so our best option would still be in-vitro fertilization. But, we do have a shot at success if I have a laproscopy to remove the endo, and then try insemination for a few months - and the very good news is that my egg supply is fine, so we don't have to be in a huge hurry.

But I was hoping for a little less dramatic diagnosis on the endo, so I was a bit down when I got home. And then, on my bed, was the box from the shoe company. I opened it. And inside, were these:




I LOVE THEM.

I am not ashamed to admit that I put them on last night and watched that episode of SATC. Sometimes a little stupid happiness is just what you need.