Today I was singing to my husband about shoes (because he's going on a trip and was thinking about which shoes he would need). It's a song that I listened to endlessly as a child and it goes like this:
Play shoes, day shoes, walking in the hay shoes
On our feet of clay * so fine;
Work shoes, work shoes, working in the dirt...
At which point I exclaim, "I have 'working in the dirt shoes'!"
Have I ever told you that little things make me happy over and over and over again?
Oh another rain-boots story. I was walking home from UC on Tuesday. The rain had mostly stopped, but I need to stop by the library to drop off some books. As I was walking down the street, bopping along to my ipod, I passed a gentleman who promptly said, "Hey Baby! Those are some nice yellow boots!" I said, "Thank you," and continued walking. I don't get called baby often... I'll let you interpret my reaction as you wish.
*It strikes me now that those might not actually be the words. Hmm...