Ugg-h, I'm such a hypocrite

Monday morning I was slip sliding my way to work when I stepped in a puddle of slush and gross and my feet got soaked. By the time I got to work and peeled back the soaking wet layers of brown leather and 65% MicroSupreme®, 15% Acrylic, 15% Nylon, 5% Spandex my toes were wet and blue.

Upon further inspection I noticed a gaping hole at the heel of one of the boots - clearly, this was not something that could be fixed with a healthy dose of waterproofing spray and duct tape.
(Actually, that totally would have worked but really, guys, really? I'm trying to be at least a little less white trash in The Year of Lindsay.)

New boots it was... and I knew just the pair. That's right - the boot that makes a girls dainty toes look like hooves. The official boot of BU sorority girls and the bane of my collegiate existence...

Uggs.

By crossing this threshold I was going to a very dark place in my life; one where I'm a hypocrite and a slave to the capitalist bastards who set trends that cost a decent chunk of my paycheck.

Now, almost a week later, all I have to say about this new place I call home is THANK GOD I HAVE THESE CLOUDS ON MY FEET TO CUSHION THE EVIL. Sure, I may look like a clydesdale in them and yes, I'm aware that they apparently went out of style in 2003 but seriously?

Whoa on the comfort and protection from the elements. Worth every penny.