If my family is reading this, they probably are more shocked that I love the boots, than the fact that Kevin got them for me. He's generous, but I'm picky. Every year, when the weather gets below 50 degrees, my boot search heats up. It's another odd obsession of mine. (see previous fireplace entry). My sisters roll their eyes for my Black Friday shopping list. Because they know I will be looking for boots. My online searches the last few months have been spent on multiple shoe sites; comparing, contrasting, and reading random people's reviews. And so far, I have purchased three pairs, returned all three pairs, and I was losing hope.
So when I fell in love with the Born boots, I was hoping for the best, but was going to try to wait until Christmas to try them. Good thing Kevin knows that I'm not super patient.. and, "I can wait until Christmas," really meant, "I would like them now and then you can remind me at Christmas that they were my present." As soon as I saw the giant Shoes.com box in my garage, I knew that our marital communication was going strong. I'm excited to sink my toes into a new pair of shoes; especially ones that feel like butter. Because we all know that it tastes great on a bagel, but it looks even better on a boot.
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