My fabulous boots arrived. Oh, wait, you thought that was the end of the story, wrong-a-roonie!
I know Fisherman loves me and only wants me to be safe here in this harsh, unforgiving climate and I realize completely his heart was most assuredly in the right place. We proceeded to look at a plethora of "man-looking" boots, ugly stomping things, and downright pitiful excuses for shoes. Bottom line, ugly shoes, "ain't nobody got time fo' that" I would not concede.
The VERY first few days back we had a storm followed immediately by melting rain and insane wind (we're talking 120mph) further followed by freezing rain. All of which turned the island into one giant ice-rink. Fisherman is far too gentlemanly for an "I told you so", but I almost broke my neck trying to make it from our front door to the driveway. After some intense words exchanged between Fisherman and I (not gonna lie, some pouting ensued) but by the end of the day and more than a few dicey icey moments I ordered some boots on Amazon. I think they meet-in-the-middle of providing stability for the balance-challenged and cute-enough to wear style.
Lesson learned.
Love,
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