My mother had a rule when we were little. No older kid was allowed to trade or borrow anything from a younger kid, because as kids generally go the younger kid will change their mind right after they say 'suuuure you can have my gameboy if you give me your roller blades.' Some people might try to teach kids about trading and values, but I guess my mother didn't want crying regretful kids on her hands.
You like my gorgeous new heels that I got on sale and only wore once and will probably never wear again? Take them! Pay me half what I paid, I only wore them once! Enjoy them!
Dun dun dun...
2 years later. I miss them. I miss my shoes. There she is. I haven't seen her in 2 years and she is wearing MY shoes. Well, technically they are not mine because I sold them to her. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Yes, I tried to find them again and they are sold out.
Do I want them so badly now that I can't have them? Would they perhaps have sat in my closet for years untouched because they 'kill my feet'?
But oy, they are so perfect.... and they are not mine......
In other worldly exciting news, my sister is engaged. Time to find a new wedding dress, yay....
(In case you are mistaken, that is a sarcastic yay conveying my annoyance and exhaustion and my wish to simply wear sweats and a t-shirt to the wedding. Guys have it so much easier. All suits look the same to me.)
Mazal tov, to many more simchas. (I'd lift my glass if I weren't so tired.)
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