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Winter Sandals

Good news/bad news. Good news first.

My husband loves his new slippers! Did you read my novel, I Lost it Over Slippers? Okay, it was long but it was really funny and worth it. I ordered us all some house shoes, first pair ever for the husband.

I’m picking up here where I left off there and keeping it short! The first Zappos box arrives and both pairs don’t fit. It was a repeat situation. I’m not even gonna describe it. Disappointment is such a hard emotion to manage. But we persevered and all our feet are now snuggly and warm! Husband’s were the last to arrive, so he is the newcomer to the warm foot party and since he’s never experienced this before, it’s a total game changer.

There really is no bad news but something funny and frustrating happened, only frustrating in the dumbest and least consequential way. Last night I brought him his slippers while he was reclining on the couch with the doggies and pulled his boots off, demonstrating how they could be worn at night and not just in the morning. But confusion was sown when he woke and couldn’t find them in the bedroom. He bellowed down the hallway, where are my sandals! I can’t find my sandals!

Your sandals? Your winter sandals? This is the same man who calls a long sleeve t-shirt a thin sweater and has no idea what fleece is. He’s also told me he likes my skirt when I am wearing a dress. I don’t know. Do you? It doesn’t matter. It makes me laugh. I am so glad he likes his winter sandals. That’s definitely what we are calling them from now on.

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Sock Party

I feel like I’ve developed a reputation around the house for being critical so I’m conscientiously trying to be more tolerate or at least keep my trap shut. Then I stumble across this tableau.

Does anyone have a suggestion for how to handle this uncritically? Is there a new standard I am unaware of where socks and dirty cake knives get to co-mingle in the kitchen and everyone’s cool with it? My husband’s defense was; those socks just came out of the dryer, meaning it’s okay because they didn’t just come off his feet. Good point. That is a plus.

I think what happened is, he was on his way to putting them on when suddenly seduced by cake availability. I guess I can’t fault him for that. The cake is really good.

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