The bookies here at Teeny Manolo are currently taking bets as to how long Angelina Jolie’s tattoo series is going to get.

Each line is the latitude and longitude of where her children were born.

Last week, I was curious about your finances.  Specifically, if you are completely honest with your spouse/significant other about how much you spend.  A surprising (to me!) thirty seven percent of you responded that you control your own finances, thus no explanation needed.  Although that begs the question, are you honest with yourself about how much you spend? 

I jest, I jest.

The next-highest category was the twenty-five percent who said that they have never intentionally mislead anyone about their bills.  And a hearteningly low three percent admitted to doing it more often than they should. 

Today, I want to ask about shoes.  Fancy that, asking about shoes on a subsidiary of Manolo the Shoeblogger!  I love all the shoes that the Manolo features on his site, I admire their beauty and sophistication.  But, let’s face it, when I drop my kindergartener off at school, the Prada heels are not the ones that find themselves on my feet.  Not when I’m just going to go back home and start cleaning the bathroom. Unlike the woman in the picture above, I cannot clean house in heels. My husband probably wouldn’t mind, though…