Oh...To Have A Fetish

Remember how I said I was really tired yesterday? Well it was because I spent three hours at The Great Mall. What was I doing there? Shopping for shoes of course! (I must be mommy's son.) We started off at the Crocs store, but they didn't have my size in the sale style (black crocks with red and black plaid liners). Daddy's too cheap to buy me anything full price so the search continued.

Before we knew it, it was time for lunch. We stopped at Outback Steak House and I had grilled cheese. Why grilled cheese at a steak house? I don't know. I guess the waiter (or mommy and daddy) didn't understand my sign for beef. Next time I think I'll just moo. We went to check out the deals at Marshalls and low and behold...shoes! Mommy couldn't get my feet into the size 5 Keens. It's not that they were too short...it's that the opening where my feet go was too small! I guess I do have Uncle Eddie's "pontoons." The size 6's were a tight squeeze to get into, but they felt pretty good once they were on. The latest addition to my collection!

I now have more shoes than daddy does! Oh...and check these bad boys out! I have to grow into them, but when I do, I'm going to be the envy of all the kids at daycare! Thanks Uncle Mike! I can count on you to make sure I look cool! Hmmm...now that I think about it...I sure hope I live in a safer neighborhood than daddy did when he was growing up. I heard stories about bad people beating people up and stealing their shoes! Guess that's why daddy never owned a pair of Jordans.