Today is the last full day that my in-laws are in town and, despite my husband and I still being really snotty sick with colds, we gave in to their departing wish … to go to Designer Shoe Warehouse. Secret Twenty-Six, Revealed. GO TO DSW TODAY FOR THE MOST AMAZING SALE EVER.

I’m not kidding. Bundle up and go out in the crappy weather right this minute and you will not have to go shoe shopping the rest of the year. I know some women love shoe shopping, in which case they already knew about the sale and beat me to the truly amazing stuff and are just rolling their eyes now. But for the rest of us, this sale will save us from sending countless packages back to Zappos when all five boxes of shoes don’t work out.

So, as you can see from the picture, I achieved one of my New Year’s Resolutions, right? Wrong. They pretty much are the opposite of the intention of my resolution—valuing myself enough to spend a couple hundred dollars on a pair of shoes I’ll keep for a lifetime. But then I figured, how do I know that I want cowboy boots for a lifetime until I give them a trial run? Then just like that I broke my resolution in the most delightful way.

And I’m a jerk. Because I’m blogging about going to DSW while my in-laws make themselves a cup of tea, while I could call back The Fisherman’s Wife, The Filmmaker’s Wife, or my mom, while I could be doing my homework that I will curse myself for not doing tomorrow, while I had told myself I didn’t have anything extra to spare for Haiti relief. Instead, I’m blogging about new boots.

So today with a dripping nose, a cough, happy in-laws, unhappy mother and friends, with homework undone, New Year’s Resolution broken, and Haiti in ruins, I’m the jerk showing off my pretty damn fine boots. $27! Woo hoo!!

And donating to the American Red Cross for Haiti, which doesn’t make me less of a jerk but at least means I’m not a heartless bastard in amazing boots.