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So this afternoon, I was allegedly trying on my outfits for BlogHer (what? You didn’t do that? Liar.) when I made a most ridiculous discovery.

The kind of discovery which MUST be shared.

Y’all know about the Shoenicorn and how much I love her, right?

I love her so much I started a worldwide manhunt for her that ended with me Dan finding her practically living in our back yard.

I love her so much I bought her cousin, Silver Shoenicorn, because she helps complete my closet.

What y’all do not know, and which I did not know until naptime, is that the Silver Shoenicorn has a mean streak. Apparently, she took umbrage with the fact that Dan found her cousin last week and she decided to sneak-attack me with a right hook.

Do y’all see anything right about this picture?

I can't quit you, Shoenicorn

Oh yes, people.

That is two RIGHT Silver Shoenicorns.

Just in case you were wondering, I only have ONE right foot. And I think “BFF shoes” might be somehow ridiculous. I also think that “one shoe” technically qualifies as “no shoes” so I could never enter a gas station again unless I wanted to attempt a half-Britney.

AND?

My Granny once told me it’s bad luck to walk around your house with only one shoe on so I’ve always been leery of doing that.

Except, apparently, when it comes to trying on said shoes in the store. Then it’s perfectly acceptable to only try on one shoe, squeal with delight that you’ve found your solemate, throw it in the box, and hightail it to the checkout where you can make her yours forever and ever.

Which is exactly what I did when I bought Silver Shoenicorn.

So? The saga continues and we will venture to the Shoenicorn’s hideout today to see if we can find an ACTUAL pair of her silver cousin.

I’ll keep you posted.

***Update***

We had errands to run this afternoon and we planned our route based on proximity to Target stores. We started with the one where Dan found the Tan Shoenicorn. No luck.

Then we hit two more.

Yes. I’m serious.

But we had no luck at those two stores either, so we came home and I dropped Dan and Joshua off and headed toward our local Target store with a route that would lead me to three more in the event that I struck out at my first one.

Yes. I’m serious.

When I got to the shoe department, my heart leaped up! There she was! A size 9! And oh look! Another one!

But they were both lefties.

Yes. I’m serious.

To get some good Shoe Karma I took the two lefties to the girl working in the shoe department and told her where she could find their mates. She probably thought I was insane.

I tried on a 9.5 and almost cried at the thought that I’d returned the two right shoes to the wrong Target store earlier this afternoon. And then I turned around and there she was. My Silver Shoenicorn.

Welcome home, Shoenicorn. Welcome home.