Today when I woke up I looked out the window and my jaw literally dropped. It had snowed. A lot. But even though I complain a lot about snow, I actually really like it. As long as I don't have to drive long, treacherous distances or pull a handcart in it, snow and I get along just fine. The thing that I like the most about snow is how quiet it gets once it snows. I remember someone telling me once that snow soaks up sound and that's why it always gets so eerily peaceful. I guess could do some research and find out exactly why this is but I'd rather just go on not knowing and let snow keep its magic.
So considering the conditions outside, I thought it wise to break out my boots. My UGG boots. Now I know that there are definitely haters out there as far as UGG boots are concerned, but I personally like them a lot. My particular boots have buttons and extra sheep fuzz poking out on the side, which I personally find more attractive than the regular UGG boots. However, I will admit that sometimes they are less than attractive looking. But even though my brother likes to refer to them as my orc boots, I still love them. Putting your foot inside of an UGG boot is like surrounding your foot with fuzzy, squishy pillows. So I say they're worth it. Haters gonna hate.
After donning my boots, I trekked up to the bookstore to buy my sister a book for her birthday. I began perusing the young adult science fiction section, trying to find a book that sounded cool but was still within range of normalcy. As I stood there, dressed in a coat and the boots, reading the backs of covers, I suddenly heard voices approaching behind me. I didn't turn around, but deduced that it was a dad and a kid who was probably about four. They stopped behind me and the dad began whispering loudly to the boy.
"Look at her boots! Do you know what? I bet she's one of Santa's Helpers!"
What in the world.
The boy made a surprised sound and I could only imagine what his face must have looked like.
"Do you want to ask her? Go on, ask her if she's one of Santa's Helpers! With those boots, she's got to be."
This man is one donut short of a dozen, I thought. There is no way that these boots are so outrageous that their presence alone qualifies me as one of Santa's helpers.
He continued to pressure the child.
"You don't want to ask her? Why not? Just ask her!"
I had now stopped reading all together and was just staring at the ground blankly, listening in disbelief. I wanted to turn around and say "He doesn't want to ask me because he hasn't completely lost his marbles like you have!" But I restrained myself.
After a while longer he said, "Ok, well you don't have to."
He sounded disappointed.
They started walking again and I looked up as they passed me. The man looked sane enough. I guess some people just get a little too into the whole child rearing thing and start trying to make everything in life a magical experience. Even UGG boots. He must have been truly desperate.
And can I just say, in what world would I ever be an elf? I am almost six feet tall. That is no where near elf-range.
