Friday, August 19, 2011

An Ode To My Boots

My parents gave me these boots for Christmas, and they are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me.

Thanks to these bad boys, I can tromp through anything with ease. Mud, morning dew, tall grass, chicken poop, donkey poop, sheep poop, cow poop... all are treated with the same vast, rubbery, knee-high indifference.

I love the plopping sound they make on my shins. I love the way my pants look tucked into their capacious tops. And I especially love that they cover up my atrocious sock tan with no one the wiser.

Thank you, boots, from the bottom of my heart (and my sole).

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