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Not at this address

A few years ago, when g-mail was the New! Big! Thing! I started an account.  For my address, I used my first and middle names: carriejoyce.  Ok, now you know my g-mail address-- but don't send me anything because I never check that account!  Well, almost never.  I got curious as to whether or not I had any e-mails waiting for me in g-mail a couple of months ago and I went over to check it out.

I had about 90 e-mails, most of which were spam.  Once I got rid of that stuff, I looked at what was left.  After opening a few of them, I realized that they were all addressed to a woman in California named Carrie Joyce.  One was from her brother or father (or some male relative with the same last name) who happens to be some big-wig on the Chicago Board Options Exchange where, apparently, they trade options...?  He was forwarding them an article about some list he made or something. 

Shoe Love

On Saturday, Joel and I went to the engagement party for some very wonderful friends of ours who are getting married in 12 days.  TWELVE DAYS!  We are very excited and we love them so much that we actually dressed up for their 1920s themed party.  I even attempted to curl my hair but I forgot the all important Rules of Carrie's Hair.  Rule No. 1: If I want my hair to be curly, it will be straight and vice versa.  Rule No. 2: Nobody talks about fight club.  And reverse psychology won't even work.  If I pretend I want straight hair when I really want curly, it stays straight.  Somehow, my hair knows I'm lying to it.

So, we were at the party and having a great time, but we were kind of tired because we started "The Great Living Room Upheaval of 2008" and we were tired, so we left a little bit early.  Because of this, apparently, we missed Drunk Jess, which sucks because I never get to see Drunk Jess.  GOD.  We also left early because I had a very important ebay auction that I was determined to win and I needed to make sure that I was still on track.

What was I buying that would make me miss part of such an important and exciting event AND Drunk Jess?  Behold: My Precioussssss:

    

        Hobbit try to steal my shoeses, but his fat feet won't fit.

I buy a lot of shoes on ebay, but only if they are Franco Sarto.  I would usually be wary of buying shoes blind like that, but I own a lot of Franco shoes and I know what size fits me.  Plus, they have styles on ebay that they just don't have anywhere in SLC.  AND I can usually get a super awesome deal.  Everybody wins!  In case you were wondering how amazing these shoes really are, here's another pic:

So, now you see why I had to go home, right? Because those are going to be more precious to me than my own children one day. I think I need to be alone for a minute. Please, talk amongst yourselves.