A few weeks ago I was at my favorite mall. I did some window shopping and saw the boots below. I fell in love with them and went into the shop. After much oohing and ahing and stroking, I put them down and left. The next time I went to the mall, I stroked them again, looked at them longingly, and decided I didn’t really need them. Of course, I told my husband, and last weekend, when we went to the mall, we followed the beaten path I’d made to the shoe shop so I could stroke the Tacoma boots again.
“They’re nice,” Hubby said after we’d both stroked the boots. (That sounds kind of dirty, doesn’t it?) “Try them on,” he suggested.
“Okay,” I said. “But they’re too expensive.” I put them on and stroked them some more. Yep, I knew putting them on was a mistake because my need became desperation. Hubby said I should get them. I decided I needed half a size bigger, and the shop ordered them for me. Done deal.
The shop rang to say they’d arrived, and hubby said he’d pick them up for me. He arrived home and said he forgot. I was a bit disappointed but said I’d get them later in the week. Hubby suggested we went in the weekend.
We were watching TV. Hubby disappeared, and I didn’t think much of it until he strutted in the door wearing my boots! He also wore the widest grin I’ve seen for ages. He’d been winding me up all the time and hadn’t forgotten to pick my boots up at all.
“Get your dirty feet out of my boots,” I shrieked. I was also trying not to laugh and wasn’t successful. I made him take off my boots, grabbed them and clutched them protectively to my chest. Once I was sure he wasn’t gonna try to get them back, I started to stroke my boots again. I love them and have them tucked away in my wardrobe. I keep checking them to see if hubby has decided to play more tricks on me. Bring on the colder weather so I can wear my new boots.
Honestly, big feet can be a trial…and so can my husband!!
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March 19th, 2010 at 5:35 am · Link
That is hilarious! Glad my husband can’t fit into my boots.
Though I have to admit his 30 year-old cami’s are starting to fit me. I thought they were mine and was horrified to discover it was one of his old pair of trousers.
March 19th, 2010 at 8:38 am · Link
LOL… My hubby can’t put a toe in my shoes.
March 19th, 2010 at 9:50 am · Link
Very funny….I have somewhat small feet and now not even my 10 year old nephew can fit in my boots….
March 19th, 2010 at 11:45 am · Link
I bet hubby got them for you because of all the stroking he watched.
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March 19th, 2010 at 11:59 am · Link
Naughty DH! LOL!
I love those boots Shelley!! So jealous. LOL!
March 19th, 2010 at 12:11 pm · Link
Maria – LOL I steal my husband’s shirts, jackets and jumpers at times. They’re a bit big for me, but sometimes that works. My socks are always in danger too. I try to buy colorful ones in garish colors because he won’t touch those!!
March 19th, 2010 at 12:14 pm · Link
Catherine – believe me – that’s a good thing.
Maria – I’d say kids playing dressup with shoes would be just as stressful as a boot stealing husband.
Nessa – probably the stroking had something to do with it.
March 19th, 2010 at 12:15 pm · Link
Amy – thanks! I’ve wanted a pair of boots like this for ages. The leather is really soft and, as I’ve mentioned, strokeable.
March 19th, 2010 at 4:13 pm · Link
I feel your pain. I wear a size 10.
March 19th, 2010 at 7:50 pm · Link
LOL – hilarious post, Shelley! So glad you finally got your boots.
March 20th, 2010 at 5:13 pm · Link
You do know I have a boot addiction, right? Oh how you tempt me! I love them…perfect height for jeans or dresses.
Now remember, when you wear them, you’ve got to strut your stuff and OWN them.
March 22nd, 2010 at 12:45 am · Link
Julia – I really love them.
Debra – LOL the shops are full of new season boots at the moment. You’d be in heaven.