I admit it, I hated the UGG trend too. I hated seeing Pamela Anderson in a mini with Uggs walking in LA in the 83 degree weather. I hated seeing all the stars on their movie sets wearing UGGs and their white fluffy robes.
Until one day, when I saw a pair in real life. I slipped them onto my sore, aching feet and POW. I got ugged. It was a sweet sensation. Then I dreamt of all the places I could wear them and get away with it: to work on weekends, to the grocery store up the street, to pick up my kids at school, to run to my mom's house, on an airplane, in the ski lodge, to run to Blockbuster, to run to get the mail (the Spackmans might be out), to run to the post office.
Then my list got longer: to run to Target, to run to work on a weekday to check something. Oh, heck....I could wear them ANYWHERE! I then looked at the price tag and jumped back down to reality. Another year without Uggs. Poor me.
Then my list got longer: to run to Target, to run to work on a weekday to check something. Oh, heck....I could wear them ANYWHERE! I then looked at the price tag and jumped back down to reality. Another year without Uggs. Poor me.
Then, someone VERY sweet and wonderful told me that I should ask for them this year from Santa. And that person just might be the real Santa in my life.
Sooooooo, if you see Moody walking around town in some Uggs, you better not make fun of me. You better just understand that I have waited 4 years for Uggs to become boring and normal, so that I, too, can look like Pamela Anderson. Minus the "top" of course.
Thank you Santa. I believe!
Sooooooo, if you see Moody walking around town in some Uggs, you better not make fun of me. You better just understand that I have waited 4 years for Uggs to become boring and normal, so that I, too, can look like Pamela Anderson. Minus the "top" of course.
Thank you Santa. I believe!
