Shoes

That’s it. I’m smitten and there’s no turning back. How do I know I’ve crossed the line from simple interest to full on infatuation? The shoes told me. Now, your eyes may be bulging and you are more than likely thinking to yourself “Great. Looks like we need to lock Suzy in the rubber room, with rats, rubber rats, I hate rubber rats, they make me crazy!” Worrying for me so is in vain, for I have not, as they say “lost it.” I didn’t literally mean a pair of shoes conversed with me and told me how smitten I was. As a rule, I do not communicate with lifeless, inanimate objects. Besides being strange, it is a fruitless pastime, as they rarely communicate back. And when they do…LOOK OUT!
Anyway, what I am getting at is Daryn left for Salt Lake yesterday. Last night I was getting ready to climb into my snuggly bed when I saw something on the floor by my couch. It was a pair of enormous black men’s dress shoes. Normally, men’s shoes don’t have much of an effect on me unless they are Converse All-stars…but when I saw Daryn’s shoes I went “Awwwwwwww.” Literally, I awwwed over a pair of men’s shoes. Don’t worry, the miniswoon stopped there. I didn’t kiss them, put them on and do a tap dance, or sleep with them. In fact, I didn’t even touch them. After all, they are just shoes. But I can’t guarantee that I won’t awww over them again….