what bob did to tom

this morning i woke up and i thought "another dreary day." a day the colour of grey.  i was in a bubble of grey.  but then i had this thought "maybe i can go shopping after work today and buy a few t-shirts." and suddenly there was no bubble of drab grey.  there was colour and hope infused into my heart and a skip in my step.  i haven't had an extra buck since christmas.  i even cut my meagre eye brow threading expenses, which really was extreme because hello--it's only 2 twoonies and loonie.  but it was a state of mind.

when i got to work i told lisa how i was feeling glum and then just the idea of shopping put some perk in my step.  shopping therapy is not just some kind of abstract idea peeps.  it's real.  it's REAL real.  really.  we got deep about how for poor people like me buying a few things on clearance at old navy was enough but for shopaholics like her rich aunt, you need a lot more.  sometimes i don't like being poor but when i think about it i know it's not the worst thing ever.  clean cut eye brows aren't everything.

so i actually had a very chipper-slightly crazy-giddy day.  i chalk it up to my extreme sleeping patterns lately.  i cheerfully sang random songs, had high kick competitions and perched on a foot stool during lunch which bugged kaz a little.  that guy needs to let loose and get zany sometimes (although he does surprise from time to time, like when i was engaging in some ramp it up step, lateral chest crunches with great vigor while everyone else was serving lunch.  without a word he joined in right on the beat.  it gave me great delight).  today he said something to which i said something back and lisa said that we needed to like each other and get a long for once to which kaz made some sort of  comment on how that was true to which i cut in and said "lisa, i can't help it if kaz doesn't like me.  i love him."  it's just that we are often polar opposites, which i didn't say.

i should have known that today wouldn't be a total euphoric shopping high kind of day.  first of all my hair--too old and frizzy for a lot of mirror scrutiny and the do it was in was hanging on by a thread.  second of all, i had to go pee the whole time.  it really puts a damper on things.

thirdly and importantly there wasn't a lot i was digging.  i did get two shirts and although they weren't in clearance they weren't an arm and a leg either.  there's a lot in my closet that i just don't wear.  time to purge perhaps.

but now we get to tom and bob or bob and tom.  i need shoes. the shoes i wear every day are a pair that karey gave me.  canvas shoes with cute little colourful polka dots on them (i almost wrote polka don'ts and that really makes me chuckle).  except there is no colour to them now. they are a brownish grey and they have holes all over from pure wear and tear.  so before going home i did a quick scan of payless and a few other places.  found nuts n' honey.  but i did find bobs in the sketcher store.  not only do bobs look exactly like toms but bobs give the  same promise as toms.  find out about toms below:



i found out about toms before christmas from the pioneer woman.  i thought it was a fantastic idea.  not only that, but i then found these boots that i really wanted.  the wrap boot.  see below:

not only is bob blatantly knocking off toms but i noticed spring, aka the late transit had knock offs too--just not blatant ones.  and is it just me or is naming your blatant knock-off shoe, which should be bks, bob another 3 letter man's name like tom, well that's just ballsy.  but good for toms because if bob and others are doing their blatant thang, then that means that toms is doing well and something to be admired and envied and copied.  the only thing i like about you bob, is your mischievious little name--sometimes it makes me want to giggle in spite of myself.  but whether you are bob, jim, tim, wib, sal, rob, or frank--you're no tom.