When I got home, Flar was splattering spaghetti sauce merrily away on the stove. He insists on cooking sauce on the front burner and pasta on the back, even though the front is the smaller burner. Grr. I chose to eat in the kitchen rather than join the boys in the family room, after squabbling with Flar over his mess. When he cleans the kitchen, he doesn't bother to wipe down the counters, much less the fronts of the lower cabinets (the splatter is pretty impressive), so I feel it's doubly inconsiderate to mess them up.
My boots came in the mail today. Bébé commissioned them from Erosul for my birthday, and Flar measured me. But he did it last minute, in a hurry. So they used the last for my other books, which means the boot can't have higher than a half inch heel. They're not very dressy looking, but they'll be warm in the winter.
That is they would. If they fit. But they don't. There's a lack of 2-3 inches around my calves. The reason to commission these boots was because my calves are too beefy for off-the-rack knee-high boots. Grr.
Perhaps by next Christmas, I'll have dress boots. Sigh.
Tuesday - Orange
Wednesday - Yellow
Thursday - Green
Friday - Blue
The Weekend - Purple