Saturday, February 6, 2010
Can you even be Texan without boots? I don't think so. So, after the destructo dog ate my beloved pair of butterfly boots, I was left with a sort of identity crisis. Am I just another impostor implant to this beautiful place? Would they find me out by my improper footwear? After a long delay, the situation was finally remedied tonight.
My dear sisters (because they are wonderful to their big sister and they know me well) got me gift cards to Cavender's for Christmas this year. For some reason, tonight, it became urgent that I purchase a pair of boots. Perhaps it was the posse narrowing in on my lack of sanctioned shoes, or it could have been my dearth of good church appropriate kicks. Maybe it was that I just really wanted boots and since my birthday is on Tuesday I decided to get 'er done. Whatever it was, I got my boots. Check 'em out.