Sunday, August 30, 2009

Not waiting for the other shoe... fall apart. Though I guess by this point they both really had fallen apart. Once half of Jeremy's sole came off, he really did need to get a new pair of shoes. We ended up finding a great pair, almost new, for less than $10, at the local thrift store. I'm sure he'll run them ragged soon enough.

I had to laugh the other day at my own shoes. I looked down to discover this:

What can I say? Weeds will grow anywhere around here!

1 comment:

Jessica said...

This is where it comes in handy to have a roommate that purchases new runners every year and has the same size feet. Shall I box up my old runners and send them your way?