I guess Karma really exists.
After dropping off our car on Tuesday for repair, I went shopping (albeit no-money shopping), and hoped for a call to sub. It never came.
But, using JCP gift cards, Old Navy Bucks Back, and a refund check from a return, I found some great stuff, including a pair of absolutely perfect black maternity pants for 6 bucks, an adorable top in Dr. B's favorite colors that's really soft and comfy, looks cute on me and matches a bunch of stuff I already have, and a pair of PJ pants for him, and I only spent 5 dollars of my "real" money.
Then, I hit the motherlode.
I was walking through Marshall's, and I found these.
In my size.
For only 20 bucks.
Yeah, I think that was a big "Thank You" from God for the hit-and-run report.
***Update: I still love these, but I have been cursed with really-freakin'-stinky feet, and chucks only last about a year for me before they become lethal weapons. No amount of washing, cotton socks, foot powders, soaking, or borax can even put a dent in the vicious odors that arise from my delicate tootsies.
(I hope Zizou gets Dr. B's feet. Minus the toe hair and athlete's foot, of course.)