You know, the evening started off wonderfully.
Toopweets had a particularly raucous playdate, and then fell quickly asleep. Billy Madison was on, as was Clueless, and I'm not ashamed to say that I still love both of those movies; that shit's funny. We watched, we laughed. Delicious new beer may have been consumed.
I then started to work on a nostalgic post about favorite childhood books (inspired by the lovely Guinness Girl sending me her All of A Kind Family books), but then decided that I should perhaps use my time to finish planning my outfit for the wedding we'll be attending tomorrow.
After surveying my shoe selection in a final attempt to decide between black or gold shoes (many thanks to my fellow Twitterers for their advice yesterday!) all hell broke loose.
The shoe bars in my closet? Holding up my many pairs of shoes? COLLAPSED. Only one bar remained standing.
Do you see this?
IT PHYSICALLY PAINS ME TO LOOK AT IT.
If anyone needs me, I'll be attempting to return order to this chaos. While weeping. Softly.
In the meantime, please enjoy the video below. Schnozz reminded me of its existence the other night, and if it can put a smile on my face right now, then surely it can be enjoyed by people who don't, at present, have 4-inch heels digging into their bootays: