My hero.

I saw him at the Mall of America. For real, no joke, he was there on stage doing something but he was so close I could feel the metrosexualism rolling over the crowd in waves. His mere presence made me want to shop for more than just my classic mixture of sweatshirts and somewhat stylish shoes.

Someday, I swear, Stacy and him will invite me out to New York for a 5k shopping spree. It will happen, just you wait.

Speaking of the MOA, I was there with my aunt, grandma, and Johnna. I wish I had a camera because the shoes my grandmother bought me (because I'm horribly spoiled) kick major ass. They may not be Louboutin but I'm perfectly happy with blue/black Chinese Laundry 4 inchers and black wedge and suede knee high boots.

Then there's the pair of Madden Girl heels I got myself today in taupe. I may not have much of a wardrobe because I much prefer shoes and jewelry, but I can only hope that in some small way Clinton would at least like my shoes. I'm a whore for his approval.