A Few Choice Shoes

Some people have hundreds of friends and just as many shoes. Me, I have a few good friends, and even fewer good shoes...
Yesterday as I slipped on my shoes and stepped off the porch to plant some zinnia starts in my flower beds I noticed that my shoe felt a little loose. I looked down and to my dismay I found that my flip flop had flipped it's last flop. I am not joking at all when I say that I wanted to sit down and weep. I'm not an overly emotional woman when I'm pregnant, its just that I have had these beloved sandals for more years than I care to relay here and I have worn them an average of 290 days a year during that time. I felt like an old friend had died. These shoes carried me to and from the hospital when I had Quinner and Izzy, they've hiked my feet through Escalante, taken me to Bear Lake, Tahoe, Yellowstone, countless grocery store trips. They go get the mail with me, yes, sometimes I've even worn them to church in hopes that nobody would notice my need for casual comfort. I don't want to leave the house without them. I honestly don't know what I'll do. Last night I found a similar pair of shoes online, but I feel like I've just sold my trusty steed, I feel unsettled and empty handed like I sometimes do at the end of a long book.

I told Brett about my shoes last night and lamented that I had nobody to talk to about it when it happened. I needed support. He told me to get over my stinky ol' shoes already and buy some new ones. These ol' guys are sitting on the patio, I feel like a traitor, but I'm ordering their replacements today, I just don't know how I'll get to the mailbox to get them...