I know this will not happen often, but my wife said today, “Yes, I’m eating my words.” It was glorious. Today was a day of joy and much glee when my wife, Sarah Walker Cleaveland, walked out of a shoe store in Missoula, MT and slipped into a pair of light blue CROCS. Now some may wonder what the big deal was. Well, when I bought my bright red Crocs last summer, Sarah continually remarked on how ridiculous they were, how they looked like clown shoes, and how I was NOT to wear them around her. It prompted this post. I thought I had lost my first battle…
For those of you who read Dooce’s blog, you’ll notice that she and her husband had a similar struggle over Crocs (and clogs in general), documented here, here, here and here.
Well, this post is meant to encourage all Croc-owners who may be engaged in a battle over the Crocs. Keep the faith. Have hope. For one day, all will see the light.