In fact, I was hiding in the shoe aisle when he went to get it. Muttering something about I don’t think the slipper is gonna fit Cinderella and crouching to keep my head down so the shoe salesman wouldn’t see me trying to stuff my size nine into what felt like a five. (You know what Dolly Pardon says right? I wear a seven, but an eight feels so good– I buy a nine. Or something like that.) Anyway.

With help from that embarssing shoe horn I was able to get the glass slipper on. It felt good after I did. Ben insisted on getting the shoe horn  for me. Gee thanks, Honey. A mother’s day I won’t soon forget.

Then he presented me with these.

Now back me up on this… those boots are made for spoilin’. I’m frugal, I wouldn’t buy those for myself –ever. But he would. I think they are cool in a dude sort of way. The kind of boot you have to be tough enough to wear. Cause you’re gonna take some lip for them–like you best get up to yer fighting weight–type of thing.

“I think they’re sexy,” he said. ”You can wear them to bed. Besides, you need something to use that shoe horn on.”

He’s so romantic. I think he wants to try to make me a mother again…some more.

Did you getting showered with unique mother’s day gifts this year? I hope so.

Simply,

Sis