hi

it's yom kippur and my grandma would plotz if she knew i was at work, but seeing as i'm taking of all next week for my anniversary trip to argentina, i need to be here, at work, pretending to do stuff.

so far today i have purchased a pair of fall boots and called my management company to request a rent reduction for the four days the maintenance workers took over my apartment last week. i figured any money taken off the rent would offset the price of the boots. the boots are nice, look:



i plan to be very adulty in my grown up boots this fall.

my husband is cute. i confessed to him my boots purchase and he didn't care, even though we're supposedly saving for an apartment or something. he understands the difficulty of finding the perfect pair of boots and he supports me in my quest to obtain them. i'm so lucky. we're almost married for a whole year!