….something ESPN doesn’t keep records on, evidently. According to my husband — who is a ESPN aficianado (when he’s not saving the world by playing Farmville) — I lead the league in shoes downstairs.
I do admit that I hate having shoes on and prefer to be barefoot. The second I get in the house, I’m looking to lose the loafers. Or flip flops, tennis shoes, sandals – whatever the claustrophobic foot enclosure might be. I’d like to think it’s because I’m anxious to show off my pedicure. But my sons can’t pull themselves away from Disney XD channel long enough to look, the dog thinks my feet are only good for licking, and my husband is anti feet. Pedicured or not.
So I decided to take a look around to see if my husband might be right, or if he was just busting my achilles. And this is what I found:
Three pairs and we haven’t left the family room yet. Hmmm.
Upon further reflection, perhaps my husband is right.
Damn, it feels good to be the best at something.