Later today, I'm off to the dentist to sheepishly get fitted for another fake tooth. Please tell me I'm not the only one whose dog ate their original.
This morning, I went to the gym, which is about a mile away. I felt like walking to/from instead of riding my bike, so that's what I did. As I was returning home, I saw a guy out for a run on the other side of the street. He was sort of prancing/running, like he was working on his form or something.
Then I noticed his bright shoes and figured he was breaking in a new pair by overemphasizing things, getting a good feel. Kinda high-steppin' it.
Back at home, I opened my instagram and saw that a local running store had some shoes for demo. Get a pair, put them through your paces, bring them back and report. Free. On closer inspection, I was pretty sure they were the shoes prancing guy was wearing this morning - conducting research for his demo survey for the store, most likely.
So of course I had to join the fun and bring home a pair for myself. It's like being a foster mom. For shoes?
|What will they tell me?|
Anyway, I'm caring for them until Sunday when I will report back on their disposition and what kind of home would suit them.
Until then, I must keep the dogs from eating them. Pretty sure I can't use HSA money for foster shoes.