Just like a mission from god, except different

Today, I went shopping for an outfit to wear to a friend's wedding. Taking place this weekend. Okay, so I know I put it off until the last minute, okay? I hate shopping. It was an amazing shopping trip, though: I found my outfit at the second store I went to. That never happens to me. Never. I should have known it was too good to last, because trying to find shoes to match the outfit was a nightmare. When the hell did finding a pair of brown shoes become the search for the Holy Grail? All I needed was a semi-dressy, flirty pair of brown shoes/sandals. (And I said brown, and by that I do not mean camel or tan.) Leigh and I scoured every store, including but not limited to DSW shoe warehouse, where they did have a pair of blue leopard-print shoes, but nothing suitable for my needs. I finally found a pair of sandals at Target of all places, and even they don't exactly match, but I was tired and they were cheap. And, ultimately, cute, which is all that matters.