Shanamadele’s Coffee Break
Pet Peeve #162Archive for consumer reports
The shoes
I bought the shoes. You know, the ones I talked about two posts ago.
You can all sleep better, now, I’m sure. 
Had another urban adventure this weekend, this time walking down a shop-heavy boulevard to give us an opportunity to get out of the house but have a place to duck into in case of rain.
It’s the 70 percent off time of year, and I stepped into a store that specializes in comfy shoes because I have resolved to buy the kind of shoes my doctor says I need to wear, despite the fact that I think comfy shoes are soooo ugly.
Pumpkin and Butternut did not join me in the store because one of Butternut’s favorite things to do at home is to pull every pair of my shoes off my rack at home and clomp around in them. Pumpkin patiently walked Butternut up and down the street while I tried on a pair of really well-made, comfortable, deeply discounted ($59 down from $176) and (apparently) ugly shoes. I mean, I didn’t think they were very attractive, but I did think they were very comfy. That was my mission, right?
Imagine my surprise when I asked Pumpkin for a second opinion and he laughed and said, “I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing them, they’re hideous.” Not even I am so cheap as to buy a pair of shoes Pumpkin thinks are too ugly.
Home life
Sundays are hard on Mama.� Pumpkin goes to work, and Mama and Butternut have one assigment: grocery shopping.� We usually thrown in one or two other errands if we can manage them.
I don’t know how single parents do it.� We didn’t leave the house until 2 p.m.� We got our trips to Goodwill, Fred Meyer and New Seasons done in two hours, which was pretty good.� But I’m wiped!
Now, The baby is getting a bath.� We have a temperature gauge in the shape of a crab.�� (One of those total wastes of money that you don’t realize is a waste of money in the middle of your “oh, this is so cute!” pre-baby shopping insanity.)� Pumpkin is downstairs singing in a high-pitched voice I don’t think I’ve ever heard before, “Crabby says, don’t boil the baby.”�� Now he is telling Butternut, in a very stentorian tone, how important it is that he stay on his bottom in the bathtub.� And an opera singer has just appeared to say that Crabby also urges the baby to stay on his bottom, unboiled, in the bathtub.
So, with all this cuteness going on downstairs, why am I up here on my computer?� Bye, now.
