Of Mice and Crocs

I've worn out my Croc shoes!

Let me explain one thing first: Crocs are the ugliest shoes I've ever seen. And I typically don't register things like "ugly shoes" in my brain. Very rarely does anything stand out in my mind with such a strong label as UGLY. And Crocs are ugly. Very, very ugly. And I would not wear them if they were not the single most comfortable shoe I have ever worn. Period. It's worth being ugly when it feels that good.

My wife and boys got me a pair of camo Crocs last year for father's day. I was touched that they would think of me, I would doubly touched that they would purchase a gift for me, I was triply touched that they would purchase a gift they knew I would like (I had previously worn out my black Crocs and they were getting me a replacement pair), and I was quadruply touched that they would do this for father's day. It was a great gift, and I wore those shoes every day since then. Happily. Even when it was cold and rainy. I wore those ugly, ugly Crocs with a smile on my face, thinking of my family's gesture and how good my feet felt.

And today, during Yard Time, I actually felt the pavement through my shoe.

Poor, poor Crocs.

It's time to take the Crocs out back, ask them to look across the pond as I tell them about the rabbits...