The curse of the UGGS!
Yes, anonymous, you've been cursed by the Uggs. You will now see them EVERYWHERE! And each time, you will wonder, "Doesn't that poor soul have any girlfriends?"

Today was the capper. I was innocently walking in to work when I saw a woman coming out of MY VERY OWN BUILDING.

She was wearing (and I'm not making this up) a white tank top, tiger stripe-print overblouse, frayed jean mini skirt and - what? Oh you KNOW what I'm gonna say....the ugliest scuffed up UGGS you've ever seen.

I wanted to take a photo, but she was looking right at me. I believe she sensed my disapproval from across the parking lot!

I shook it off, came inside and went to the morning meeting as usual. And who do you think was sitting there at the conference table along with several other college student guests? That's right, the UGG lady.

So the whole meeting (which I was conducting) I kept thinking, "how can I get a picture of this yahoo for my blog...?"

It was torture!

Oh, they call them blogs as short hand for "web blog," by the by.