mrstitches

Today is a red letter day. For the first time in about two weeks, my feet have been dry all day. My boots smell evil now though. It's going to take a while for that to go away. But I need a new pair anyhow. I have some kind of mental block about taking care of my boots, so the leather becomes brittle and cracks. I don't suppose constant exposure to pool chemicals helps any. I really need a butler, or a wife (i kid) or something. There are too few hours in the day for me to spend time waxing my boots. Yet somehow the days seem so long. What the hell relativity?!