Last evening, after a trip to Home Depot, where we quickly dropped over $400 for trim (TRIM!! Skinny little pieces of wood for the edges of our doors. Fer dumb.), we headed to Texas Roadhouse for a late supper.
While I was shoving deep fried pickles into my mouth as fast as I possibly could, I mumbled to my husband, "Can we stop at Kohl's so I can buy some new running shoes?" (I think it sounded more like this, because of my mouthful of pickles, "mmmphfKohlsmmmmhmmmpftttshoes?") to which he responded, "What about those other shoes you just got?"
Before I go any further, let me explain "just got"...they are probably 2, possibly more, years old, grimy, and dirty...not so much "just got".
So, anyway...I responded, "They're worn out."
And, my friends, what happened next was, possibly, one of the most hilarious things I've witnessed in recent events. My dear, sweet, adorable husband, began laughing.
Laughing in a "I can't catch my breath I'm laughing so hard" way.
Then I realized what I said. "They're worn out." which would lead one to believe that I am such an avid runner that I plum used the suckers up.
Only I don't run.
Or go for walks.
Or do aerobics.
I mean, fer dang sake, I check the mail with my car.
But then it hit me. "They're worn out." and I started laughing, too. Laughing because with that one little statement I had implied that I'm a worker-outer and used up a pair of shoes. Let me get something clear, here...never, and I mean EVER, have I worn out a pair of tennis shoes from over use.
My sloth-like behaviors tend to knock the exercise ambition right out of me.
Guess what, though?
Imma be takin' a new pair of pink tennies for a walk tonight! :)