I had thought if I found a pair of boots that were fab and they were reasonably priced, then I would take the plunge. Well the pair I immediately loved and needed was a whopping $300. I realized that although they were fab, I could not spend that much on a pair of shoes that would spend the 5 days a year out of my closet. Maybe for Christmas though…..
A coworker from NY is coming to town on Friday. She wants me to help her on a quest for real Texas cowboy boots. I seem to be the wrong person for this challenge. I do not own cowboy boots. I’ve never shopped for cowboy boots. I don’t own a cowboy hat. My only cowboy experience was a family trip to the Flying L Dude Ranch.
I realize I should have gained some cowboy knowledge by now. I moved to Texas shortly before turning 17, which means I’ve been in the great big state of Texas for 7 years now. I spent 4 years of that at A&M. How did I manage to not gain any cowboy knowledge? Maybe it is time for me to gain some. Or at least gain some boots. I used to think they looked ridiculous, but now I see them as a lasting fashion accessory. What better way to show strangers at an airport that I’m from Texas? Maybe I should not only help my coworker/friend in her quest, but maybe I should join in this quest.
Leah: The place has like octapus and goat.
me: Gross, are you going to eat some goat?
Leah: Can’t decide between the two. Hopefully the octapus is alive and running around my plate.
me: They run?
Leah: Sure they do– marathoners I dont know, maybe?
me: They kick butt at the swimming portion
Leah: Maybe a triatolon for sure. I bet they could definitely do the bike if one leg got tired, he’s got many more to trade out
Leah: Running too I guess for that matter. Hopefully he has the endurance for it all
me: 8 legs, what a cheat, he would win
Leah: No kidding. I will never play sports with an octapus