Here’s the dialogue that went down recently between my husband and I surrounding the purchase of these hot shoes from Michael Kors…

Upton Ankle Crinkle Patent / Suede Black Shoe $150

Husband: Did you buy another pair of shoes?

Me: Yes. (Obviously – he’s groping the box)

Husband: These are black. How many pairs of black shoes could one woman possibly need?

Me: (No Answer)

Husband: Well??

Me: Oh, I thought that was a rhetorical question.

Husband: Seriously, do you need these?

Me: Well…much like your kind needs to watch sports, followed by recapping what you just watched on SportsCenter, talk about sports incessantly, dream your knees and back were in their original condition so you could still play sports, record stats on every sport – in every condition – in every circumstance – for every moment in time, I need shoes. And just like you prefer talking, watching, breathing basketball, I prefer black shoes. A black shoe for day, for night, for dinner on the town, for dinner in New York, black shoes that are a little flirty, a little Vegas, a little mommy, a little high – but not too high, a patent black shoe, a suede black shoe, an office appropriate shoe, a “meet your mother” type shoe, a comfortable black shoe, an uncomfortably high pair that hurt-my-feet-but-I-love-them shoe.

(Sigh) Maybe you’re right. Maybe I don’t really need these.

Husband: What? Honey, wait ’til the commercial. The game’s on.

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