Wednesday 22 June 2005

Perhaps. These are all mine. There are also two pairs of house slippers, and two pairs of Mom's shoes that I "might" wear some day, in the closet. You don't want to know what boots and shoes I've already sent home with Scott, or how many pairs are tucked away on the floor of our bedroom closet there.

It's one of those things about me that the poor lad just doesn't "get," and he probably never will. Ladies, you know what I'm talking about.