There's a coo in your shoe
Every time I travel or even head out of the house for points in town where I’m going to be walking a significant area or distance, I throw on my Mudd’s. These are, bar none, the most comfortable shoes I own (given my propensity for designer boots and heels, you shouldn’t be shocked, right). The bonus is they go with everything, mostly because I’ve decided they go with everything. But you get my point. Since coming home from California – or the trip that will now be known as the ten days I left the Bear alone to suffer all by himself, oh where’s the humanity of it all – Bear has searched the house for my shoes and left little presents in them. I guess he figures there is no way I’d move his ball, sheep, giraffe or his COO out of my shoes, put them on and head out of the house, thereby leaving him ALL ALONE once again. So long as the only presents I receive are his beloved stuffies and toys, I’m okay with this. And as witnessed by my leaving the house last night for two hours to attend a meeting at Drue’s school, I guess Bear realizes that stuffies and toys alone won’t ensure I stay within the confines of Bear space. Let’s just hope he doesn’t up the anty…
