Go away. I'm tired and it's still Wednesday.
I'm actually going to type something today - on the real (whatever the hell that means).
Today I went shopping and bought clothes for the first time since I purchased "canoeing appropriate" attire. I like shoes more than I like clothes, so I just skipped the clothing section. Sometimes I like to go to the clearance section, not just because it's cheaper, but because it's nice to see why the reject shoes were marked down. For instance, I found a pair of shoes with little zipping pockets on the sides - and I guess the little pockets are for storing extra Chuck E. Cheese tokens because that's all that could fit in there. And now I kind of wish I had shoes like that when I was a kid. I would be much cooler.
But back at home in my closet under a pile of reject shoes (similar to the shoes mentioned above), I have my cool shoes. My Chacos, Rainbows, Ronaldhino's, and my Fivefingers. It's like a little cult. I guess shopping is a stress relief for me, and nothing really kicks my troubles to the curb like a good pair of shoes. I buy them in times of crisis. If Evan and I get in a fight, I buy shoes. If I can't go downtown tonight, I buy shoes. It just works like that.
So parents, before you fight among yourselves or yell at your children, let the little ones go unto the shoe store and buy their own shoes - let them fill their emotional voids with meaningless laces or Velcro straps. Let them find their happiness on their feet.
