When we first moved to Seattle someone told us that you can tell a true Seattlite by the moss growing on the north side of their head. We laughed. This evening Scott went to put on his warm fuzzy slippers and noticed that they were fuzzy yes but a little damp. Upon further investigation it seems that our closet has become a petri dish. To date we've had three casualties (already in the dumpster) and more than ten wounded (see photo).
Raised in a small South Dakota mining town where he learned the value of a sturdy pickaxe and native tubers, Scott is a man's man who knows the meaning of the word testosterone. Apart from devouring freshly slain beasts of the forest, Scott enjoys sharpening his tools, lifting heavy objects, and throwing a ball at a hoop suspended ten feet off of the ground. He also enjoys Romantic Era poetry and Italian cooking.
2 comments:
Oh, that's so sad. Such cute shoes, too. Stupid Seattle.
Dan has had the same issues with his sweaters. That picture of your shoes is funny but sad.
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