Tuesday, February 19, 2013
It appears that I don't need to wait until my morning walk around the neighborhood on trash day to obtain free stuff. It is now delivered to the convenience of our driveway!
Over the weekend, Bill says, "There's a pair of boots in the driveway. Do you want them?"
"I guess. I'll take a look at them when I get a chance."
"Okay. I'll put them in the back of the truck."
So, I went ahead and forgot all about them until this morning, when he reminded me about them as he was about to drive off in the truck. And of course I had to check them out and try them on.
How does it happen that a pair of perfectly good (and sporty) women's boots, which just happens to fit perfectly AND feel more comfortable than most of my other shoes, ends up in our driveway?
Unless this is the work of the illiterate black cat who stole my socks, now making amends, I'd better put up a big sign in the yard, reading, "Thanks for the boots, whoever you are!"