Once, when The Husband and I were walking from my house to church, and I was wearing a dress for which I had never actually found decent shoes to match and was therefore forced to wear cheap brown flats that I had purchased long before The French Hairdresser and the red boots made me a vain shoe snob, The Husband asked me why I was wearing sneakers and carrying the brown shoes.
“Because these shoes aren’t really good for standing or walking,” I said, completely unironically. (And, sadly, for these particular shoes, the reason for discomfort was not their fabulousness but, rather, their cheapness.)
“Then what are they for?” The Husband exclaimed in distress.
You have to admit, he had a point.
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