Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes

I don't care what the feed on the side of my Facebook says...

I do NOT have a shoe addiction.

Not even a comfortable shoe addiction.

Now boots?  Mebbe so.  

Mebbe sooooo.

Baby Needs A New Pair of Shoes...Really!

My husband may soon be consulting for a company that is one of my clients.

This happens sometimes (it’s a small oilfield), and when it does, it sometimes makes for lots of smack talk between the three parties - ThatManILove, his client (i.e., my client), and me.

This situation happened yesterday.  One of my old customers (he’s not old, he’s my age, but I first called on them when Elder Son was 5, and he’s 30 now, so add it up) called ThatManILove asking about his availability, and asked for his resume.

ThatManILove sent it, along with an email that went like this:

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"Mr. Oil Company Manager (not his name), thank you for your interest and consideration of me for John Q Oil Company’s upcoming project.  As promised, I am attaching my Resume.  I look forward to further discussing this with you. Janie says that I am certainly not busy enough and that "Baby needs a new pair of shoes".  Best Regards, Steve"

Mr.  Oil Company Manager replied:

"Thanks, I’ll get back with you soon. And we'll see about those shoes."

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This cracks me up.  Wanna go shopping?

It’s never boring around here!

Antonio Melani $110