My roommate and I are simultaneously procrastinating the completion of a certain writing assignment. During the putting-off of said assignment, the following text conversation took place:
Erika: The temps went below 50 last night. The (f)uggs are out in full force.
Myself: Ugg. Literally.
E: There's nothing I enjoy more than that period of time when its assumed that flip flops or uggs are both footwear options in the morning.
M: I think maybe tomorrow I will sport one of each on either foot. Just for you.
E: I would actually die. Of pure happiness. And make sure you were selected for fashion on the street, symbolically summoning to all: FALL means FLATS.
and there you have it. Re-think your footwear, ladies, because Erika's out to get you.