SassyBlonde

Dear Lord, save me from the sins of greed and avarice and shoe obsession. Lo, I have coveted these lovely Biba shoes for many moons. We rejoice for the blessing of the sale rack at Neiman Marcus Last Call, because the 75% discount sticker allows my house downpayment to be that much less traumatized. People, I love shoes, but I really REALLY want to buy a house. Soon.

Let's get one thing straight-- I may be a music teacher, but deep down I have a wild creeping aversion to having people in my house. Yeah, I know. It's kind of counter-productive, considering that they have to come to my house for lessons, but still. Most times I even have random people in my house on my day off, since Mr. Sassy usually teaches on days I don't. In fact, at this very moment a very fuzzy and smelly parent is gracing my couch watching Star Trek: Voyager and sort of drooling down his shirt.

Honestly, I realize that these people pay my bills, but for the last couple of years my single major goal in life has been to scrimp up enough money so that D and I can buy someplace where the kids and their parents have to come in the side (or back, or basement, or studio in the back, whatever) and never see our actual living space, or bother the cats, and to be blunt, so I can walk around in my underwear and sleep late on Saturday without worrying that when I come out of my room I'll run into some kid's dad in my skivvies because D forgot to tell me he had a make-up lesson. And also so I don't have to carry on inane conversations with the weird parents of these kids while I'm trying to write press copy or scrub the toilet. The Muse knows exactly who I'm talking about.

Oh Lord, save me from my own need for shoes. I really need a house.