….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 😄 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.