The Story of... THE Crocs

My Aunt Mudd and I have bonded a lot over the past few years. We're both SAHM, both military spouses, both outgoing; we just have a lot in common now that I've gotten older.
That being said, my opinion on that drastically changed the day of THE phone call.
"Hey, Re. I bought you a pair of crocs!"
Years of retail work in an ocean front tourist store, restocking the hideous, hole-ridden, plastic smelling shoes flashed through my mind, causing me to cringe through the phone.
"Wow, really? Thanks! I don't have any!" I replied, doing my best to not grind my teeth too loudly into the phone.
I dreaded the next time we would drive to New Jersey to see her, and actually having to put these shoes on.
Several months went by before we would make it to Jersey, and by the time we did, I had forgotten all about THE Crocs.
Aunt Mudd, had not, and she happily presented them to me within hours of our arrival.

THE Crocs, hanging out with the broom and dustpan.
THE Crocs are quite popular walking through our kitchen.

I'm not ashamed. I love them.

Designed more like a ballet shoe (another shoe I totally detest), but with the durability of an actual shoe. These have become my house slipper, essentially, but ones that I can actually wear out of the house!

That's my confession, but man, I just... I just really love THE Crocs. Well, in a more accurate wording, MY Crocs.

I don't know if you'll ever read this, but thank you, Aunt Mudd. You always know what the perfect gift is, even if the initial mention strikes terror into my heart!

Bad Blogger, bad!

Once more I have fallen behind on my blogging. What counts is that I always return, right? That's unfair. Time has been slipping away from me more and more as of late. I WILL be throwing myself back into the swing of things soon!
Also, be on the lookout for some blog changes! Including a layout makeover!!
Get pumped! :D