The Snow Boot Tragedy

 

I'm here today to tell you a sad story with a happy ending. It's a story about my shoes. Sometimes I think I write stories about my shoes a tad more often than is healthy, but, what can I say, my shoes tend to have a very dramatic lifestyle.

I came home from school one day a few weeks ago, and Angel met me at the door. He said, "I'm sorry, honey. I have bad news for you. I ruined  your boots. But I'll buy you new ones!"

His immediate post-script of "I'll buy you new ones!" definitely softened the blow of the fact that he'd ruined my boots, but I had to see the damage done. What he showed me was the boot pictured above. Apparently, he thought that my snow boots we made out of suede and had tried to clean them and the non-suede black stuff they were made of started coming apart. They really aren't that horrible--as boots they aren't ruined--except for the fact that these were my nice snow boots that I wear to church and so when the sidewalks are all snowy and salty. I already had a pair of ugly snow boots for sledding! But now that these boots are kind of ugly (and, after all, they had served me well for 4 winters already) they have been retired to sledding boots, because who am I to refuse a husband's offer for a new and improved pair of snow boots?

So, we went to the store and I found a good deal on this pair of boots and got them.

So we all lived happily ever after.

And just for the record--I do know that snow boots would not be made out of real suede because real suede would be easily damaged by salt and melted snow. I've since explained this to Angel so that there will be no more misunderstandings, and hopefully, no more boot tragedies.