a blinking boot.

have i mentioned my husband and i are BFFs?

lately matt and i have been experiencing more than our usual dosages of rolling-on-the-floor levels of belly laughing. we generally laugh all the time. but lately, we've been having some monumentally great laugh sessions. the Hold Your Stomach While Silently Shaking, Until You Regain Your Breath and the Next Bout of Outrageous Noise Level Escapes Yet Again kind of laughing. (HRWSSUYRYBNBONLEYA laughing?? nevermind.) last night before i fell asleep i was most definitely rolling around in hysterics, smashing my face into my pillow to stifle my extremely loud cackling, surfacing only for air and to sop up the tears spewing from my eyesballs.

here's a lil' tidbit that had me making a SCENE laughing in the downtown seattle urban outfitters store recently.

we're perusing the lower level of the store where the vintage t's and sale items are, when...

related sidenote: i was quite taken with this owl cookie jar:

but after carrying it around the store decided i couldn't quite part with my precious pennies at that particular juncture.

anyways, when... all of a sudden we amble past a large shoe display, matt reaches out and seizes a black leather ankleboot, exclaiming,

..."hey anna, this boot is blinking!"

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