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20.2.04

I did a silly thing yesterday. Or a pair of silly things. Several, actually.

i decided i needed a pair of sneakers. that was the first silly thing. i have one pair but they're blue suede and ... well ... there is a limited number of activities it is possible to perform in a pair of blue suede sneakers, and they don't include tromping through mud puddles with either of the Dogs. so i needed a new pair of sneakers and i went to the shoe store after work.

the people in the shoe store were all very nice, one in particular, and kept bringing me piles and piles of shoes to try on. like, seriously, piles and piles and piles. i think i tried on over half the athletic shoes in the store, most of them in multiple sizes. so they were more helpful than they've ever been when i've previously been in that particular shoe store. they're nice, but not this nice. so i found a pair of sneakers i liked and bought them and left and then when i was in the parking lot i took out my car keys and ... what's this?... i have a 9/16 wrench in my pocket. which is small enough for me to not notice it's there after a minute, because it happens at work that i walk around with wrenches in my pockets, not every day, but on a fairly regular basis. everybody needs wrenches. and i forgot that it was in my pocket when i left work. that was the second silly thing. but, anyway, it's also big enough that it sticks out of my back pocket by about two inches. and of course i'm sitting down bending over trying on shoes and probably everybody could see my underwear too but there's this big ol wrench in my pocket. and what kind of girl wears a thong and carries a wrench? obviously one you want to be nice to.

so then i'm home and the Loved One comes home and we go out to the bar and when we're walking into the bar i'm looking at my shoes and looking at his shoes and they're both Nikes, okay, and maybe Nike recycles its toe patterns.

so then when we're leaving the bar i look at his shoes again and they look an awful lot like mine. he decided he needed new sneakers maybe a month ago. i hadn't really looked at them - he always gets the same shoes when his old ones wear out - grey sneakers, black or white or red or orange or green detailing. at least he never gets white ones - they would look truly awful after a while. anyway. so i look at his shoes and they look an awful lot like mine. and we get home, and i compare our shoes. they have the

same toe pattern.
same stitched zig-zag detailing.
same little thing around the swoosh on the heel.
same little loop at the ankle.
same ribbony stuff.
same fabric.
same sole.

i accidentally got the same pair of shoes. but mine are blue. and smaller. and made for women. but that was the third silly thing.

Labels: reflection

scrawled @ 17:23

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6.2.04

i woke up too late for breakfast this morning.

i didn't really get up too late - i was in the shower by a perfectly good time and loved one had woken up earlier (because the Small Dog pounced on him) and let the dogs out and so i took my shower, and then i was done and i crawled back in bed (it's warm there) only i let the guys back in first and they jumped on the bed and the Small Dog had a particularly cold nose, i noticed. and so i'm thinking to myself he's going on this trip and i'll see him tomorrow but that's because i'm driving out to cheer on our friend who's doing this hundred mile uber-marathon (the loved one is the team captain and has to stay out there and make sure the friend doesn't hurt himself too badly) but i have to fall asleep all by myself tonight. and i have dogs but they're not the same - they're smaller, and fuzzy, and aren't allowed under the covers (because they don't like being under the covers - it's kind of a fun game - how long does it take? - the Slightly Less Small Dog generally is quicker than the Small Dog, because the Small Dog walks on the blanket and gets all tangled, while the Slightly Less Small Dog noses her way around first) - and then i have to wake up by myself, which absolutely sucks, for two days in a row. keep in mind that it's going to be the first time i have to wake up by myself since getting a Sparkly.

sigh. so i stayed in bed longer than i should have and had to buy a pop-tart at work. they only had the ooky strawberry ones - no brown sugar cinnamon. bastards.

Labels: dogs

scrawled @ 16:47

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