What makes me happy on my birthday morning proper?
My dear wife Karen handed over two nicely wrapped packages just seconds behind my coffee in the cup the size of my head two days ago.
Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle watched closely ready to take credit, too.
Ah, yes. New slippers, same as the old slippers, only two years fresher, yet to step in any of our dog’s business in the Little Bitty’s backyard in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood, no sockless summer encounters with perspiring extremities … I again have happy feet.
And what were these Rabbit rubber rascals?
Wine bottle stoppers, Karen piped up.
I saw it perfectly, wonderful for my drinking choice of red, no longer now the need to put the cork back in the bottle.
Great way to start my birthday proper of my birthday week celebration it was.
Do you wear slippers, socks or go barefoot around the house, and why? If you are in the slipper crowd, do you keep them inside only, or stray outside in them? What’s the strangest improper footwear story you’ve experience?