A year and a half ago I got tired of tight pinchy women's shoes and bought man shoes. On Wednesday I went shopping for new tennis shoes and after trying on a few pairs, I kept thinking, "What happened to the old days when new tennis shoes felt like a foot massage?" Then I was reminiscing about my teen years when I only bought guy tennis shoes and how comfy they were. Then I got my butt up and crossed the store to the men's section. I tried on these Nike Air Monarchs:
They were delicious to my feet! I didn't actually get to wear them until Saturday night and AHHHHH! It really felt like a foot massage. The cold front finally came through today so I should get to wear them more often now (I've been wearing my brown Man Sandals since I got back from New Orleans).
Speaking of weather, it has been so nice out since I got back that I have been sitting outside almost every single day and that worked out for the best because on Saturday I did a yard sale with my in-laws at their house. It was warm and sunny and we sat outside in the sun for 6 hours. I think I would have gotten a sunburn if I had not been getting sun all this time. When I ran down to Carole's house afterwards with all my sun and windblown hair, I looked like I had spent the day at the beach.
The yard sale was not very productive, although I did sell the big Christmas tree. On the drive home we decided that although we did not sell much, it had been a really good day. We never spend that much time with "the folks." My Sweetie's sister, husband and my littlest nephew (the one I babysat in 2007) stopped by and I got a great picture of Little AJ with his freshly won soccer trophy:
I also got a bag full of Little AJ's baby clothes for Carole's new grandson, some Christmas latch hook rug sets and a jig saw from my in-laws. They wouldn't let me buy anything. I've always wanted a jig saw. Now I want to cut something.
A little after we got home and unloaded all the stuff we didn't sell, we went to dinner at Razzoo's. It was great to hear Cajun music again! A few months ago I started taking a picture to send to Lo every time I left shrimp on a plate, so of course I got one there:
It's a running joke, because she NEVER leaves a shrimp. On her plate or anyone else's. That girl can eat some shrimp.
Today I had a nice lazy day. We watched the new "The Prisoner" on AMC and I like it. We own the original series. Now I think I'm going to take a long warm cozy shower and then come back and read some blogs.