My New Boots
I jumped into the nearest snowbank on the way home.
Here's the story behind it:
I bought a new pair of boots over the weekend. They're Sorel. I'd ne'er heard of that particular brand but the boots looked like they were built to last. Would've gotten the nice Columbia's but alas they were not available in my size. So Sorel it was. Also, Columbia's was thirty damn ducks (manfred for 'bucks'), cheaper. Gotta stay under budget. Anyway, moving on.
It hasn't snowed much this week.
Impatient me, thinking, "Hmm, there's lots of snow in the ground from the last snowfall," led to cold.
I jumped into the nearest snowbank on the way to work. Almost knee-deep in snow, that's when I was reminded that snow was cold.
Feet stayed comfy and warm. Knees, not so much.
Here's the story behind it:
I bought a new pair of boots over the weekend. They're Sorel. I'd ne'er heard of that particular brand but the boots looked like they were built to last. Would've gotten the nice Columbia's but alas they were not available in my size. So Sorel it was. Also, Columbia's was thirty damn ducks (manfred for 'bucks'), cheaper. Gotta stay under budget. Anyway, moving on.
It hasn't snowed much this week.
Impatient me, thinking, "Hmm, there's lots of snow in the ground from the last snowfall," led to cold.
I jumped into the nearest snowbank on the way to work. Almost knee-deep in snow, that's when I was reminded that snow was cold.
Feet stayed comfy and warm. Knees, not so much.
