I love shoes. All types of shoes. My husband, like most, does not quite understand the love affair I have with them. Over the years, I have built up quite the fabulous shoe collection and it is currently walking its' way over to his side of the closet. It has officially become a problem. Taking up space in someone's side of the closet is sort of like invading foreign territory unarmed. Sure, you didn't mean any real harm, but nonetheless, you aren't where you are supposed to be.
I figured I had better work my way over there slowly by sneaking in a pair every week or so. I was hoping he wouldn't even notice. So, what are a few pairs of my shoes snuck in beside his going to harm?
He has never made note of these shoes when I wear them, so I am feeling pretty safe.
Well, as the saying goes, "Never say never". He NOTICED. Not only did he notice every single pair but he began counting them. It's safe to say, he hit double digits. That's when I lost him. I can't really blame him. He did grow up with four brothers, who he says, shared three pairs of shoes. This was a man who wasn't really familiar with girls or shoes, let alone the two put together.
So, I tried to explain. DIFFERENT SHOES were for DIFFERENT OCCASIONS. I may as well have been speaking a different language, because he wasn't getting it. He simply could not understand why I needed more than two pairs. A 'work' pair and a 'good' pair -Â just like him.
I retreated back to my side of the closet. Out of sight, out of mind. I figured it was probably best to lay low for awhile and come up with a different plan of attack.
That's when it happened. I decided to surprise my husband and head out to the farm to have lunch with him while he worked in the shop. (I have just the perfect pair of shoes for that kind of occasion). Upon arrival, I spent a few minutes waiting around while he was fixing his sprayer with a friend. They started discussing the recent shoe dilemma in our house. Both of them became resident experts in a matter of five minutes. It was two against one. That's when I noticed he had a whole lot of tools. I mean, a LOT of tools. I opened one drawer and noticed several screwdrivers. Screwdrivers of all shapes and sizes. Duplicates as well. In fact there were so many screwdrivers, I lost count.
What on earth would a man do with all these screwdrivers? So, I decided to ask him.
"Honey, why do you need all these screwdrivers? Most of them are the same."
His answer was, "Well, different screwdrivers serve different purposes."
My answer, "Kind of like my shoes, then?"
The men got quiet. Usually this is when you have your foot in your mouth.
I wonder if they have a pair of shoes for that.
