I never tell him he has too many tools, cars or golf clubs. So why does he think I have too many pairs of shoes? Actually, it's not my fault. It's a genetic predisposition carved deep into my DNA. And to make matters worse, those insensitive shoe manufacturers prey on my disability making such temptingly adorable shoes that I simply can't resist. I'm telling you, it's totally out of my control. Okay, so I have a few pairs of shoes...alright maybe a more than a few. But cute shoes are my therapy and I must have them to survive. Besides they are not immoral, illegal or fattening and they make my heart tingle.
So yes...as a matter of fact...I do need another pair of shoes.