This hasn't happened in awhile, but I'm going to make a post that has nothing to do with Ethan...no pictures or anything. Shocking--I know.
So, Ben has these boots. These awful, ugly, disgusting boots. Actually, they were his Dad's boots, and he generously gave them to Ben. Thanks, Larry. I'm sure his Dad used them for the purpose they were intended for. Unfortunately, Ben does not. In my opinion, these boots were made for kicking around cow poop in a pasture somewhere, NOT for wearing around town.

Yes folks, my hubby wears these puppies around as much as he can get a way with. He puts them on to go to work, which would be fine if he was a farmer. But, he's not...he's an anesthesiologist who really doesn't even have to step in the grass to go to work. So, why, oh why does he feel the need to wear them? He loves them. I hate them. So, we argue every time he puts them on. He tries to sneak out of the house with them. I threaten to hide them or throw them out. Both of which will get me in trouble. I just don't understand it. I don't mind if he wears them for appropriate occasions. But work and Wal-Mart do not qualify.
Anyway, I'm done ranting...at least until he wears them the next time. Tell us what you think. Ben checks the comments on this blog and I could use some back up on this one! Although, let's be honest, it really won't matter. He'll continue to wear them, and I will continue to complain about them.