I started this entry with a title, which is not usual. I mean, my style is… ramblings first, titles last. And that unusual title was a title of Shania Twain’s song that usually comes to my mind when I see a pair of boots. I changed my mind and changed the title so to avoid questions of unusual nature, as the title I originally started this entry with was Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under.
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See what I mean? But then again, the boots in question have been under my bed. My very own boots and my very own bed. Winter just started, unsupposedly. And I had been in a tropical country where wearing boots is just for pussies in style. So the boots have been under the proverbial bed of roses.
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Anyway, after just being wetted by cold rain this past week, the snow finally came back. And walking Kitreena to school has been made a tad more challenging if I insisted on staying in those suede Scholl shoes of mine. So the boots I got for a pretty good deal in Spring came in handy… or shall I say footy?
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For the love of me footsies, I had to crawl under the bed yesterday to get the boots in question out of the questions. The crawling part, later, proved to be the easiest and the most fun of it all – I didn’t know putting on a pair of boots can be such a workout. I think I lost at least 400 calories putting on each boot yesterday (not to mention, my temper!)
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The first boot was the killer. I could not get my foot all the way in! I tried it with the sock on, of course. And when the foot just would not slide in – even after putting all the 58kg push on it – I noticed that the sock was rubbing tightly against the boot lining. Fine! Sock off, then!
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I was about to lose the rest of the 400 calories, putting another try on the 58kg push, ready to strangle myself, kick my butt, scream on the top of my lungs if not hooting like the unhappiest owl and howling like the hungriest wolf, spit my green phlegm and swear at this Bloodyvostok winter in Moscow, when I wiggled my toes and… uh?
“What is this ball of crumpled paper still doing in me bootsie?”
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Did I tell you they were a brand-spanking-kicking-butt new pair of boots?
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