Birthdays and tiny feet.

I have already told Mike not to expect any future birthday week to surpass this one. I mean, really. He started his birthday week with a phone call informing him he gets to meet J.K. Rowling. Then we went to see Wait, Wait. Yesterday we had ice cream for lunch. And on Thursday, his actual birthday, we are going to Bianca’s for their 25th annual Abbondanza. Not to mention the birthday dessert I am going to attempt, but that I will not directly mention here in case it doesn’t work out and I end up making cupcakes from a mix instead. If it does work, I promise there will be pictures.

He got the first part of his present yesterday: brown Chuck Taylors. The store where I bought them had a buy one, get one half off sale, and since I am a woman, I looked to see if I could find any shoes for a good price. I still love my yellow shoes, but I’d been wanting a pair of black Chucks, so I looked around for a bit. I decided, though, that even half off the regular price was a bit more than I wanted to pay for myself (my first pair of Chucks was, after all, $9.88). On a whim I went to the children’s department to see what their sizes look like. Chuck Taylors, after all, run long. It had been a while since I looked at children’s shoes, so I had to remember how the sizing worked. I found a pair in size 3, pulled them off the shelf, and slipped my feet into them, hoping no one was watching.

Perfection. I think these fit better than any I’ve had before. And so, for $12.50, I bought myself a pair of Chucks. In a children’s size. I may never shop in the adult section again.

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