Background I am real low-maintenance. I don't need any medications, I eat just about anything, I don't wear jewelry or perfume or nail stuff. I'll wear whatever fits or comes close to fitting with the exception of shoes. My shoes have to fit. But my feet are weird. If I just had to fit the length, I could get by with men's for the most part, but those are just too wide. Oh yeah, and my feet are as flat as feet can be. All those shoes that offer arch support are pure walking torture for me. When I find shoes that fit, I am very happy.
So I was watching King John with Brian last Friday and at intermission I pointed out my shiny new sneakers.
Oops. I forgot some background. I wear sneakers every day for at least an hour, all day most days. I always have an older pair and a newer pair. When chunks start falling off of the older pair, I toss them and get a new newer pair as soon as I can--but sometimes it takes months because of my aforementioned weird feet. A new pair of sneakers is a cause for celebration.
Brian (in a tone not indicative of celebration): Great. How many pairs of shoes do you have?
Me: I don't know. Ten?
Then I sort of zoned out of the first part of post-intermission King John because I was mentally counting my shoes. Over and over. I was right; I have ten pairs of shoes.
|Boots, snow & cowboy||2|
|Dress, brown & black & blue||3|
|Sneakers, older & newer||2|
|Chucks (like sneakers, but no good for running*)||1|