shane is...

...ashamed to admit she wants some crocs.


i know, i know, the fad is over. which is also kind of why i feel okay about getting some now. they'll probably go out of business in the next year or two and i'll be totally retro, right?

so here's what: i broke my foot on halloween. my dang ankle is still hugely swollen, even though i can officially walk (well, hobble) now. until yesterday -- when my physical therapist released me to not wear my brace anymore -- the only shoes in the house i could fit in were the dadda's crocs flipflops. (thank you arizona for letting me wear flipflops and crop pants throughout this ordeal.) i still can't fit in the very running shoes i was wearing the night of the crunch.

so now that i'm out of the giant brace, i put on some of my own flipflops. they hurt. the thong parts on the top are heavy on my still-tender footie. my foot, which the orthopedist says "will never be the same again," is wider than the bed of the freakin shoe. the crocs, however, are light on my poor injury. they feel good to a hurty foot.

so now i start i-shopping to see if there are any deals on crocs that are closer to my actual foot size. which is probably a size larger than it was on october 30th, 2008, but we do what we have to do, i guess.