When you get married, you both usually bring with you baggage from before you are married. No, I’m not talking about the emotional kind.
I’m talking about crap.
The kind of crap that you hold on to for years, afraid to part with it, yet you have no use for it. My husband and I were no exception. When we moved last year we vowed that we would go through all the crap and get rid of what we didn’t need, want or use.
One of the items I have had trouble parting with was a pair of boots.
They don’t fit.
They haven’t fit in awhile – years.
After Jake was born my feet grew. Like it wasn’t bad enough all the other stuff that happened to my body, my FEET had to change too.
So I have these boots that don’t fit, are all dusty and ragged, and unless I happen to lose all my toes in a freak blogging accident, I have no chance of ever wearing again. Yet time and again I put them back in a box and we continue to store them.
I’m not even positive where the boots came from. I *think* that I bought them on a road trip to Tennessee with my friends Chris and Sean when I was in college. But I can’t really remember. I blame my children for destroying my memory AND my feet.
So, it was a wonderful trip that I cherish. We were young and carefree and I was able to wear stretch pants in public without being ridiculed. We traded in the steel buildings of Chicago for donkeys and country music and obviously cowboy boots!
Below is a picture taken on our drive down there:
I’m the one standing…
No, not the ape, the blonde to the left of the ape.
Notice the slouch socks.
Yeah. I was SO COOL!
So anyhow, we tossed the boots. Actually, Ed tossed the boots, I ran out and grabbed them back so I could take a picture and then we tossed them for good.
I will always have the memories, and the photos…
…and the bigger feet.
oh, the slouch socks….well….I’m not sayin’