Uh, no. No it does not.
(check out the guy in the oven. he really sells the shot.)
About three Christmases ago I was downtown for an office Christmas dinner, but my fear of arriving late when I do not know how long it will take me to get someplace new left me with many minutes to spare before I was to run into anyone else. So I decided to engage in some window shopping. I had only enough money in my pocket for my meal that eve, so no treasures were to be coming home with me at all.
Then I sensed someone staring out from a shelving unit cluttered with some of most ghastly and tacky Christmas decorations imaginable. Six coal briquette eyes burrowing holes in me, begging me to release them from their low-rent neighbours:
The best I can do, I promised as I cuddled them in my arms before placing them carefully back in their unfortunate circumstance, is come back later in the week to set them free.
All the way back to the restaurant, Puff's pleading (yes, I had already named him by then) resonated in my head. Back on the restaurant's doorstep, my watch revealed 20 minutes remained before I was expected to appear at dinner. I knew it was a sign. That eve, dinner would be put on my credit card and I would be undertaking a festive rescue.Welcome back out, my cheerily rotund friends. I just wish it was holiday season year-round.
Of course, my last errand of the day was to pick up my baby. He's going to be 10 years old in April, and now he's just as shiny and perfect as new!
(Okay. so a bit more nut-job-like. Still, cool bird.)Then I caught a glimpse of the mythical domesticus caticus. This one didn't get the memo that I am beloved by all animals, wild and domestic alike, so this is the closest I was able to come all weekend.
Just the thing to fold up in my wallet and take with me to Toronto next year. (I jest. The thing weighs about 57 pounds)
So that was my vacation. I'm back home now. Still staying up late and sleeping in. Meeting friends for lunch. Life is good.
(no blisters though! Bonus) What kept me going forward was the promise of an outhouse on the map. I reached the lake – no frickin’ outhouse! Still, the lake was nice. Not 2.8 km trek nice, but nice.
p.s. No Country for Old Men sucked. Maybe I was just tired. But it ended, and I couldn't tell you what was the point.
Absolutely comfortable, which I would not have guessed. You know you can buy squishy sticky pads for your shoes that will cushion the balls of your feet? These sandals were great. Then I bought the sticky pads. Now they're awesome!
But they aren't good for walking in the rain, or across a sandy lakeshore, or just roaming to the store. I used to wear these for those occasions:
I bought them in Zambia about 10 years ago. Really great construction. It took them 10 years to start breaking down so wholly and completely that you can see the impression of my big toe there.
Apparently August is not the time to go sandal shopping though. Well, it is and it isn't. You usually can't find one damn sandal because every place is stocking up for fall. If you find sandals that are what you're looking for, they're probably out of your size. But if you are so lucky to find a sandal that is your size, it's probably on sale. So I got these on discount (after looking for sandals throughout Edmonton for about 2 weeks now).
In the store they looked kind of an off-tan colour. In the bright sun, they are mustard yellow. Bygones.
Again, though, not sandy rainy roaming shoes. So I did something I was so sure I'd never do. I bought Crocs:
Now I'm all ready for my vacation at Lesser Slave Lake.
Oh, since I'm posting shoe pictures, I bought these a few weeks ago.
I adore them. No clue where I would wear them, or what I would wear them with.
...so I guess I'm becoming a shoe-person after all.
(this picture just amuses me. what are ya gonna do?)