ugz!

While his house was being infested with chattering knitters, DH went out to breakfast with "the guys", then got a haircut (sniff. I love his silver curls) then went to the mall to see about replacing his favorite shoes which are dying on his feet. He didn't find shoes for himself, but did see a pair of electric blue snakeskin print clogs. (I used to own a pair of electric blue snakeskin pumps that I had to give away when I hurt my back. I loved those shoes, but three inch spike heels are a serious nono for me. The guys at the gay bar down the street adored them!) So after I cleaned up after the soiree, he took me to the mall and showed me the clogs. My arch is too high. I just can't wear clogs.

As I was sitting down to put my shoes back on, he showed up with a pair of Ughs. Pink with flowers. Pink! With Flowers! On Sale!! And he wanted me to buy them!


See my new shooos? Squeeee!