The transformation is complete*
'Gosh, aren't they comfy, Pam? And you wouldn't think it, would you, what with them being wooden!'
Gotta love Dr Scholl. (Although I note that he has since dropped the 'Dr' bit. Perhaps like The Poo Lady, he was shamed into admitting his pretendy PhD by the Super Duper Rumbler of Bad Science Ben Goldacre.)
Anyhoo. It pleases me no end that Comfort Sells. (Especially when it sells at a heavy discount in TK Maxx.) And bugger it if it was five degrees celsius outside today. If the clocks have gone forward, then it's spring in my books.
Besides, I had a mind to put in a last minute bid on these divine specimens:
'So why dincha?' I hear my lone Thursday night reader holler.
Because I just changed my mobile phone ring tone from 'Chopin' (kinda classy) to 'Rooster' (kinda silly).
So...when the alarm on my phone went off to tell me to log onto Ebay, I fancied I had been mysteriously spirited away to rural Perthshire, where the neighbouring farm's cockerel was suffering from a rare form of avian jetlag and therefore ignored it.
* I know, I know: What Would The Manolo Say (I dread to think...don't nobody tell him, 'kay?)