The Girl Who Couldn't Wear Boots

My cards from Minted finally came, and Boy oh Boy! They exceeded my expectations!  Absolutely terrific!

They even gave me a nice card carrier to keep them in- I love all things organization, so this made me ultra happy!

You still have until Friday to order your free cards, so don't miss your chance!

While these swanky cards from Minted.com were my triumphant aquisition this week, I also experienced a noteworthy shopping failure. Gilt Groupe had a Hunter Boots sale last week, which I had been anticipating so much that I miiiiiight have rearranged a meeting just so I could be at my desk at noon when the sale started...  Just kidding.  Maybe.

I was rather pleased with the prospect of owning my very FIRST pair of Hunter Wellingtons.  I realize that these were popular sooooo 4 seasons ago, but I have always pined away for a pair.  The thought of splashing in rain puddles and tromping through snow in my overpriced rubber boots while my paws remain warm and dry makes me nearly delirious with glee.

The shopping gods were on my side and I wound up snagging this pair... Hunter Boot Tall Original Gloss in Bitter Chocolate...

I heard the UPS man rumbling up the street at dusk last night and the squeak of his brakes.  David asked "Did you order something??"... "My BOOOOOTS!" I squealed and bounded to the front door and had it wide open before the man could even knock.

After ripping open the shipping box, the unfortunate series of events began.  I pulled a glossy boot out and attempted to put it on.  Attempted is an accurate description because as I tried to shimmy my foot into the boot, the boot let out the most shameful noise, that sounded exactly like gastrointestinal fanfare.  My boot  broke wind, for lack of a better word.  David sat and gawked at me with a look on his face that said I want to laugh but am afraid to. After I struggled to get the second one on without any acoustics,  I discovered that they were roomy in the actual foot, but my calves were pinched so tightly inside the boot that I could barely walk.  I've never considered myself to have elephantitis of the calves, but I think I need to get a doctor to check this out. 

I limped a lap around the living room, and sat back down on the couch, defeated.  I looked at David and said "I think I am going to have to return these", and he murmured something like "Yes, I think that would be a good idea."  In order to remove the horrendous boots, I had to lay on the couch while David tugged with all his might to free them from the grip of my calves.  I contemplated crying, but then decided that may be too drama for the situation- I have to ration my tears or they lose their effect.

Fail. Hunter Boots and Me are not friends.

They are re-boxed and ready for their trip back to the warehouse.  At least, I will have a nice credit with Gilt to buy something else. Something that will fit girls with big calves.