Monday, November 15, 2010

Picketing Shoes

When I woke up from my Sunday nap, guess what I saw happening on my deck?
All my thrifted shoes were outside protesting. 

How could this be?  Why were they protesting?  I provide them with a roof over their heads, a warm place to sleep, new friends to meet, and a chance to go out.

Ok, ok.  They did have a fair point.  I could do a better job with their upkeep and I probably should make sure to wear each pair.  After an hour of intense negotiations, we finally reached an agreement.  Picket line dispersed.