Found out that the Christmas bonus will be more than we thought, which is nice, because now we can afford to buy a new mattress. We’ve apparently done something to anger our current mattress, as it now spends all its time attempting to maim us with its strategically placed Springs Of Death.
Had to confess to my husband that I’ve broken one of our agreed-upon “Fashion Don’t”s, and admit to wearing white socks and Birkenstocks out in public, where I can be seen by other humans. I’m pretty sure this means I’ve lost all moral authority whereby I can judge the people who wear those horrible plastic clogs.
Edited to add: Unfortunately, my husband and I can no longer guarantee the safety of any cheese that enters our home. It’s as if cheese, in all its forms, appears on some sort of Feline Terrorist Watch List, and all the cats have been tasked with the mission to Seek and Destroy.
I’ve been know to wear my bright red horrible plastic clogs with white socks, but only in the kitchen, and only when I have a really gross bad cold. What a perfect description of them! They are horrible, aren’t they? They’re just fun to wear because they are so squishy.
I just love your style. You can be compared to Anne Lamott.
Your mattress had the Springs of Death while our old mattress (safely far, far away) was one of those combination air-foam filled suffocation machines.
I’ve been known to wear socks with those originally maligned Tevas but hey, comfort is comfort when you are needing it badly. So what if I look like the occasional older misplaced tourist, lol.