Barnyard boots and Fall Foliage

For some reason the tall boots Hubby bought me last Christmas have turned...for lack of a prettier word, swampy.  They smell like a barnyard.  (Or the platform on the 4/5 train.)  I'm upset by this sad turn of events and as of late have been feverishly trying to stop the stink.  I've even taken to sprinkling copious amounts of Johnson's Baby Powder into said boots, though it seems this effort has been in vain.

Late Friday afternoon, right before the taxi arrived to whisk me to the airport for Sissy's baby shower, I frantically poured about a quarter of a cup of powder into each boot, hoping for the best.  It wasn't until I was checking in at the Delta kiosk that I realized the ramifications of my actions.  You see, I'd forgotten the mandatory airport rule that all footwear be removed.  Oh dear. 

Praying I wouldn't be mistaken for a cocaine smuggler, I tiptoed gingerly through the metal detector, smiling meekly at the security guard.  Amazingly, I don't think he noticed that I'd left size seven and a half powdery footprints all over his carpet.  Some other people in line did, however.  Humiliating?  You betcha.  But this was sort of a wake up call: it's definitely time for new boots.  (Maybe Santa is reading?)

Saturday's baby shower for the Tadpole was a success.  I cannot wait for this baby to arrive!  I think towards the end Sister may have suspected her shower was coming, though.  I called her early Saturday feigning a terrible NY hangover, but she wasn't buying it.  Too many people were fervently trying to get her to come to town that weekend for her not to wonder. 

I continued in vain: "You actually think Ma would plan a baby shower that I couldn't attend?  After all, I'm in New York right now, hungover!  I'm really sick!"

Sister's voice was amused: "Ya, right, you're in NY.  I know you slept in Leah's room last night."  (Leah being the ghost that inhabits my childhood bedroom.  Have you met her?  I wrote about her several posts ago.) 

On a less frightening note, have you ever been to New England in the Fall?  It's lovely.  I snapped some pictures of the foliage while I was home.  As my Dad's car zoomed along the tree lined highway, I was reminded of fireworks: all of the trees were beautiful, but every once in a while I'd see one that was spectacular.  I listened contently as Dad reminded me of why the leaves change color every year and decided then and there that all was right with my world.

Oh, this is my brother, Guinness.  He's a Pisces-Aries cusp, terribly affectionate, but in dire need of some canine therapy.  (He eats tampons.  Used.  He also breathes like an obscene phone caller.)  We adore him anyways, of course. 

xoxo

ps~Let's go Red Sox!  American League Champs!

Comments

[Weinerdog]

I once had a pair of boots that stunk sooooo bad.....
My ride home from school stopped the car and made me take them out of the backseat (where they were smoldering) and put them in a plastic bag in the trunk!!!

They were my faves!!!

[The Odd Broad]

I'm kind of curious, was that the last time you ever wore them? teehee

[Weinerdog]

Of course not!!

I was wearing them for my star turn in The Music Man.

They got so bad they made me keep them outside until I was ready to wear them!!

Nuthin' could stop the stink!

[The Odd Broad]

I didn't know you did the Music Man?! We'll have to add that to our drunken repertoire. I know your neighbors enjoy it. :)

[Karen]

We should get Guinness and Duke together for a play date. They would love each other!

[The Odd Broad]

Hi Kar-Bear! Compared to Guinness, Duke is SO calm and mellow! I fear Guiness may try to eat him. He can be a bit "mental" at times. (Hence the tampon eating.) We love him, though. Give Duke a smooch from me. :)