High Heel are coming out of the closet

Hi......it's me....Annie Grace......
Due to the monstrous wart on her mouth we have just enjoyed a lovely evening together, her vanity often is a price I am forced to pay and endure. I was spared from a painful brushing, did not have to play with any ridiculous toys and was not asked to "sit with her for a moment". It seems the weather has changed (to which I have no knowledge of.....I am indoors...ALL DAY). The Ugg's have been boxed up and safely stored with Lloyds of London. Cashmere and wool have also been removed from the abyss of The Lady's closet. She is now sorting through the basket of flip flops showing me all of them....to which I could care less. Now she is putting the high heels front and center exclaiming that finally she can wear them. I immediately spot the tan Stuart Weitzman's and decide based on the leather quality they would be perfect to lay on vs my Scratch Lounger behind me. (If you are quite confused about the Scratch Lounger.....imagine my confusion....Do I scratch it? Do I lounge on it? Do I scratch while lounging? How does one do that?)

"Annie....don't scratch them" she says.
No......I won't. If I feel the urge I will head over to one of the leather chairs.

She is like a mad woman! I watch as sweaters, suede and boots get packed up with a vengeance. Next all the scarfs and mittens...even the white fur hat. (Thank god!) I am suspect that next she will be re-organizing the closet based on color for spring. When we receive our $2,500 economic stimulus check for clothing and make-up I am confident the closet will look more colorful. I have still yet to get confirmation from Obama about my plan to make everyone look better but I am sure he will be implementing this fabulous idea very soon. With the closet removed of any winter memories I am confident that "spring cleaning" will be next on our agenda. For now I am content to just lay on the shoes and watch.
I am just about to nod off as she rudely interrupts me.
"Annie.....does this skirt still fit?"
Not really.
"But Annie.....it fit last year."
Yes...I am sure it DID.
"But Annie......I can zip it up when I breath in."
I am sure. Maybe having a cold sore makes you bloated.
"Annie Grace...you are so smart. That's exactly the problem."
It goes back in the closet. My job is done for the evening.