Today, my poor toes, I wore real shoes.
I feel dirty.
You see, today it is about 40 degrees out, and I was a bit chilly with my sandals yesterday, when it was almost 10 degrees warmer. I thought that I’d pull out my brown clog thingies that I bought for just such an occasion, and wear them to work today.
I know you are unhappy.
You are unable to wiggle at will. Your pretty red nails, although in need of a pedicure, did make my day a little brighter when I looked at them. They made me think I might need something sparkly at my next pedicure to make up for the injustice of having you covered all day.
I don’t like the shoes any more than you do.
And, I have already gotten laughs from my coworkers, as those offending shoes are already off, and under my desk.
I can’t stand to make you unhappy.
But, I have to warn you: the time is coming where I will have to wear boots. Knee length, warm boots. With socks. The kind that I can just slide off when you tell me to.
So, my dear toes, I can slide my shoes off today, but there will come a day, very soon, where you and the shoes will need to make peace, and live in harmony throughout the winter.
But, when it gets to be a bit warmer, the sandals will come out, and you will once again be shown off to the world. Let’s hope for a short winter, shall we?