Monday, July 12, 2010

New Kicks

So the wife was out at Marshall's and to assuage her guilt of spending over $25 on herself she called me over and said, "Try these skippys on."

Now understand this - When we met I only had three pair of shoes: Tevas, Boots and Deck shoes. I still have the same Topsiders because I don't dress up that much. She has forced me into this extravagant lifestyle which now forces me to have a pair of adidas and also these cap toe deals which I haven't seen in a couple years (thank goodness).

So her telling me she was going to waste money on shoes really didn't set well. Then she showed me these bedroom slipper looking deals with a $60 price tag on them.

"Dadgum Woman - do I look like I need to slough around in slippers? I ain't that feeble yet!"

"Just try 'em on, Dude - they're sandals."

"Them is bedroom slippers, ChickyBabe. Now let's get outta this joint before my wallet catches fire!"

"But they're on sale - Look!"

As she chunked the things at me I noticed the sale pricetag:
"$12"

Then I noticed something else - Ripstop. They were made of Ripstop. And they had tons of drainholes for water to go out. But they weren't sandals.

"I'm a sandal"

"What?"

There was a tag right on the thing that said, "I'm a sandal."

Then it went on to 'splain that these surfers wanted to go to the beaches that you had to walk through the jungle to reach and they kept cutting their feet up in vines and such while wearing flip flops. Trekking back after surfin all day in wet boots wasn't much fun either so they made some shoes that were tough and still would dry easy and all.

So ok now I have another pair of shoes:


Sanuk Vagabond Dark Grey

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Hang up and drive

On the way home tonight we noticed a car really close to us in the next lane - so we backed off to give them room. They weren't coming into our lane - soon they were on the far side of their lane and over the yellow line. We backed off more.
They got halfway into the left turn lane (where the Hooters burned down) and then meandered back into their lane. By this time they were so slow that we had to pass them. My Chick hit the gas and zoomed past.

I looked over to see who the drunk behind the wheel was and saw a teenage girl texting.

Jackass

Mel Gibson is a jackass