Shokufeh is... home

No sneaking up on you

When I was in college, one of my good friends in the dorm was P. Among his distinctive characteristics was that his preferred dorm footwear were Uggs. This was back in the day, before Uggs were worn with Abercr*mbie & F!tch crotch-baring denim skirts. When most people outside of Australia were unaquainted with the strangeness of the Ugg. But P wore them with pride.

Lately, I find myself thinking of P. And it's not just because I'm going to see him soon. It's because I've been wearing boots in the house. I recently came across some furry-lined boots that my mom purchased for her next winter trip to China, whenever it may be. My pregnancy-aquired body heat is long gone and I've resumed my reptilian characteristic of assuming the ambient temperature. Unfortunately, it's combined with the mammalian characteristic of actually feeling the change in body temperature. The flip-flops around the house just weren't cutting it. So, much to my famiy's amusement, I've been clomping around in winter boots. But it's not all P - there's a bit of Minnie Pearl thrown in: the price tag is still on the boots.