So. I have these new shoes. They look something like this:

It’s a funky picture because I’ve decided, based on the photographic evidence, that my ankles look old. (Don’t ask.) (They just do.)

Anyhow. I’ve been wearing flip flops and sandals and whatnot because it still seems to be summer in San Diego, but today it rained. A little. A couple of sprinkly showers and a lot of wind. It’s what passes for rain around here. So I wore my new shoes. (And no, rain does not actually imply a need for socks, thank you very much.)

They’re Berne Mevs, by the way, and quite possibly are the single most comfortable pair of shoes I have ever owned. They came from a shoe store that was going out of business, so they were a great deal—and an even better deal because my mom found them and bought them for me. Free shoes! Yay! But I digress.

Ahem. New shoes. Dane says: You look like you’re ready to go rock climbing!

And then adds: Very, very stylishly. Very stylish rock climbing.

Which obviously is what I had planned for today in the rain, stylish rock climbing. Riiiight. Instead of that we went to church and the book store and Target, though not actually in that order, and put the kids to bed on time-ish and watched the new version of Northanger Abbey. But I think I’ll still call them my stylish rock climbing shoes. Has a better ring to it than “churchtargetbookstoremovie shoes.”