But if you still think the main difference between sexes is the absence or addition of certain … Ummm … “body parts”… I challenge you to go shoe shopping together.
Go on… I double dog dare you.
Yesterday we had a little time to kill between Granddaughter #2's soccer game and Granddaughter #1's basketball game.
So I suggested we stop by Sports Chalet to get my husband some walking shoes.
When we got to the store, Mr. Jenny I start walking toward the shoe section and on the way I casually mention that I might need some new shoes, too.
"Didn't we just get you walking shoes," says Mr. Jenny.
"Yes, but I need sandals," I reply.
"Didn't we just get you those sandals with the big white flower and the sandals with kind of high heels and the sandals..." he continues.
"Yeeesss.... we did. But those are not sandals I can wear all day."
"Well what are they for then?" he asks.
"For sometimes when I want my feet to look a little more dressed up then everyday but they are not really comfortable enough to wear the whole day." I explain. Geez. Is he dense? Seriously.
"Then can't you wear your tennis shoes when you want your feet to be comfortable all day," he said to which I immediately replied in a whiny voice, "but then you can't see my pedicure and my feet get hot and and it's summer in Arizona and you are supposed to wear sandals here, d'oh."
So as we arrive at the shoe section he says, "fine, go find a pair of everyday sandals."
There might have been some sarcasm in his remark, but I just went off quickly before he changed his mind.
After all if someone is trying to manipulate with tone of voice and words they deserve what they get, right?
Well, unless it's me doing it and then I just deserve to be treated sweetly.
I'm certain that clause was in our marriage vows.
You know what?
I had a lot more interesting things happen this weekend and why I am writing this stupid shoe story is beyond me. But I'm committed to it now but I'll try to move it along, OK?
So while I am trying on sandals I see this cute pair of Keen's. They are the kind you can hike, boat, walk and run in. You can wade through rapids in them and then jump from high rocks without a break in stride.
I wanted them.
I tried them on.
They were sooooo comfortable.
I walked over to show Mr. Jenny!
He looked puzzled. "I thought you wanted sandals?" he said.
"I did...but, look...with these shoes I can hike, boat, walk and run AND wade through rapids then jump from high rocks without a break in stride."
"Ummmm.... OK," he said, "And how often do you do these things?"
"Weeelll," I replied, "I don't technichally do those things now but this way I will be ready if I ever do."
And he said, "weeeellll, then why don't you buy what you need and when you start wading through rapids more often we'll come back and get these shoes?"
And I said, "weeeeellll...no. I want these."
And then he said, "weeelll, but you can't see your pedicure in those and I thought that was of utmost importance."
Geez, again with the sarcasm.
So I showed him that you can so see a teeny, weeny bit of my pedicure through the sides of the Keen's. OK, technically I am sticking my toe out through the side and it's not all that comfortable but I wasn't exaggerating to Mr. Jenny. At all. And after I showed him my toe, he gave this huge sigh and said, "fine, get what you want."
So I did.
I got the Keen's and on the way out I saw a sale on some of those cool SIG water bottles so I let him buy me one of those too.
AND when we got to the basketball game our Daughter-in-laws Father noticed my shoes right away and said he loves them to hike, boat, walk and run in. He says he can wade through rapids in them and then jump from high rocks without a break in stride.
I told him I am going to use mine to do those things, too.
And Mr. Jenny took a picture of our cool shoes. Together. And only rolled his eyes twice. I love it when I triumph.
I love it when shoe shopping works out so well.
I love it when...
Hey...I just realized I still need a pair of everyday sandals.
I wonder if Mr. Jenny wants to take me shopping today...