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.