Barefoot or Sandals - the only options

Tomorrow I am walking, yes, walking (wanna' make something of it?) in the Thanksgiving Day Race. Race? My kids wanted to know what I got if I won? If I won? Excuse me while I step away to laugh hysterically.

Okay, I'm back.

Jon said he and the boys wanted to be there to 'cheer me across the finish line.' Oh please, don't use such humiliating terminology. If I were running, you know, really pushing myself, really generating a sweat, they all better be there with huge banners declaring such nicie-nicities as Mom is great, My mom is better than your mom, My wife is brilliant, My wife is hot. But since I'm basically just taking a walk, albeit a long walk, no cheering or wife-hotness banners are necessary.

I know why the boys are coming and it's not really anything about cheering me on. It's for the free food at the end. We all went on the website just to see what food they were serving before we decided if I was actually in the walk. This race is apple dippers. Apple dippers, people! Forget the bagels and power bars and bananas. The boys are all about free apple dippers.

We've been known to frequent store grand openings just for the free food. Remember the Kroger halloween madness? We skipped dinner that night. We used to invite all of our friends up to Delhi Flower and Garden when they had their yearly open house. Free hot dogs, chips, and pop! We hosted a party as if we owned the place or something. I played a charming hostess, getting drinks refilled and dressing people's hot dogs at their beck and call. I threw a great party. And didn't have to pay for a thing! Beautiful flowers, water fountains, stone benches...

The funny thing about this race is that I am determined to use what I have and not go crazy buying stuff for this race. Unfortunately, I do not have running shoes. Or any type of athletic footwear. Nor do I want any. I do, however, have the world's greatest sandals. Yeah, they are open and all, but hopefully a couple pairs of socks will help out. Jon told me to buy shoes and all, so if the sandals don't work out, I can't blame him.

And so now, all that is left to say to my blogging friends is Happy Thanksgiving. I am so thankful for all of you, your input, your willingness to listen, and for you inviting me into your worlds. I really, really am thankful...