Um, OK, sometimes I do like surprises - A LOT!!! Yes, my sweet husband looked past my unsentimental anniversary attitude (although I got him a killer gift too, which I haven't been able to give him yet, but I know he's gonna love it) and got me the most killerest, hardcore, rock-n-roll ankle boots EVAR. Oh yes, they are METAL. Suz not only said so (I wore them to Tuesday Morning Coffee with Suz & Kim - although Kim wasn't there today), she bowed down and gave them - not me, them - the metal sign. YESSS! How did he make such a genius, fashion-forward pick? He very, very wisely called my fabulously coolicious sister Stacey, who pointed him in the right direction - thank you, Stacey! Thank you, John! I'm oh, about 6'3" in these bad boys, so if you see me in them, get outta my way! Woo hoo for kickin' boots! Rarrr...

Ahem. Anyhow, now that I'm home, the boots are off and I'm folding laundry and thinking about roasting another chicken for dinner tonight. I'm just going to keep roasting 'em until I'm roasted out. And for now, I'm not even close. Buttery, crispy, roasted chicken, here we come!