My husband was watching me as we walked Booker this morning. It was an unusually warm morning for October and I was wearing flip flops. Part of me wanted to pretend it was still summer, but the other part of me was being lazy. It’s easier to slide on flip flops than to put on socks and shoes. Oh, the weary chore of putting a sock on not one, but two, feet! And don’t even talk to me about putting the shoes on…so heavy…so much work. I’m kidding of course, but it was nice to jam my feet into the flip flops and prance out the door.
“I don’t know how you can walk in those things,” my husband said. “They would kill my feet.”
“Really?” I replied. “How would you feel about walking in high heels?”
“I think they would be easier than flip flops,” he said.
I know he was being honest, but it was an ignorance-honest. Most men have no idea how challenging a sexy pair of stilettos can be. I looked down at his schleppy worn tennis shoes and cotton athletic socks and smiled. Men. Isn’t it great that men and women can be so different and so wonderful at the same time? Flip flops in October…they were the best part of my day.
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