July 28, 2007
I just wanted to record it, for historical reasons:
This weekend, hell has most likely frozen over. This weekend, three scary events happened in a matter of a half hour.
1) While shopping for a new pair of cleats for The Boy, I voluntarily wandered over to the Crocs shoes.
2) I found a pair that I fell in love with.
3) Bryan bought them for me.
In my defense, they are not traditional Crocs. They are not the clog style Crocs. They are actually precious skimmer-type shoes. Even Bryan said, “Those are probably the most attractive Crocs I’ve ever seen.” We were both at a loss.
Considering I’m spending tomorrow night with Wade Robson, I wonder what else will be life altering.
7:15 pm
I think I am secretly falling in love with my toddler’s crocs and may covet them a little bit, even though whenever anyone out in public comments on her cute little hot pink ones (with her initials! and a yellow duck!), I am quick to point out that I did not buy them, it was my mother and GAWD I would NEVER have bought them, but in private … when I slide my big toe in those shoes… they sure feel comfortable.
THEY ARE.
One of my most stylish friends told me that one day I would be converted. (This was probably two years ago.) I vehemently disagreed with her.
But these are soooo cute!! Totally grown up crocs. (Damnit, I’m such a loser.)