Boots & Bugs

I hate my feet. I've said it before, but I'll say it again. I have really high arches, which cause all sorts of random problems, like not being able to fit in some shoes. While Russ and I were in Houston I found the boots of my dreams (don't laugh at me... it's been quite a search), and to make it better they were ON SALE in my size. I tried them on--perfect, great, let's buy 'em.

Ha. Not so fast Camille. Sunday morning comes along and I want to wear my new perfect boots--one problem, I can't get them on. No matter how hard I tried, how many different angles I approached the boot at, or how slippery of a sock I wore, they would not go on. Russ just said they were "evil boots" and didn't want to go to church. Well the next day, they went on as easily as the day I bought them. The next day was back to struggling to get my foot in. This morning I tried one more time with no success. My feet will not go in. So alas, this story has a sad ending--they are being returned tomorrow. I'm not happy about it.

And also, I don't really love opening my door in the morning to these lovely creatures on my doorstep. The pest controller sprays this place once a week, but then it leaves the bugs drugged out so they end up on my doorstep with their feelers and legs slowly moving, trying to figure out why they are laying on their backs near my doormat. Sick.

Oh and also, please note the dimensions in this picture. They are huge lil' buggers.