Strolling across a parking lot, I step with my right foot and drag asphalt and the damn thing simply blows up.
So ... today we're going shoe shopping.
I happen to be married to the world's greatest expert on shoes and bargains ... well, at least she tells me they're great deals and she should be "Professional Shopper" ... but I'm not really listening to her staring at the pile of shoes she bought for her 7 year old for school ... specifically I'm wondering how in the Hell Cassidy can possibly fit another pair of shoes in her closet which already looks like Calcutta!
Not that it really matters because ... I'm not a big fan of shoes.
Certainly I have some ... four pair Sarah got me which I occasionally wear in the winter when my feet are cold ... a pair of black ones that match the Tuxedo I no longer wear ... and my flip-flops ... because if one must wear shoes they should be flip flops.
But now mine are blown which obviously call for ... Margaritas!
Besides, Sarah's already told me the plan.
We'll ride our bicycles up to "Funky Fish" which has an excellent selection of Flip Flops and I'll purchase a pair.
Then we're done.
Sarah will want to stay looking for bargains or telling me how good I'll look in this or that but I won't pay her any attention.
We have other things to do today.
As soon as I get her shoes off.
