We went to our favorite boot store this afternoon so Matt could get a new pair of hiking boots for the summer. The walls are lined with hundreds of creepy stuffed creatures of all sorts collecting dust (Reminds me of the Wax Museum, that place gives me nightmares).
This was "G's" first time in the store and was amazed at everything she saw, pointing and yelling at all the animals......I wonder if this could pass as a trip to the Zoo, Hmmm?
Anyways, here she is helping Matt decide which ones to get. Back and forth she went piling the ones she liked in the middle of the isle.....Busy little bee, I'm sure the sales man appreciated all she left for him to do once we left. "Tee Hee'!
On another note..
For me going to the boot store is like a husband who's dragged to the mall by his wife. I spend most of the time sitting on a stack of boot boxes somewhere between a stuffed Bobcat and a Jackalope patiently waiting and staring into space. There isn't allot of people watching opportunity unlike the mall so I wind up strolling through the store looking for the most ridiculous pair I can find and let me tell ya, its not hard. What makes these so ridiculous to me is they are Men's Boots!
Holy Cow or Gator, what ever they are!
