Another victim was found today: my husband’s Lucchese cowboy boots. Yes, my husband wears cowboy boots. Ya’ll, we are from Texas. And people in Texas wear cowboy boots. Well, I am from Texas. My husband is from New Jersey, but has been in Texas for over 10 years now. Look, here is my husband now:
Say, “Hi, Husband!’ Fine. That is not my husband. This is:
Ok, fine. That is not him either. I think I am just super excited about The Jersey Shore coming on tonight. Fist pump!!! My husband is far from being “Jersey”. When we are out together and I try to beat the beat down or fist pump on the dance floor, he wants nothing to do with me. He doesn’t ask for “Cawfee” in the morning, nor does he flip tables and pull out weaves like The Real Housewives of New Jersey. How boring.
Anyway, back to my story. Our pup, the one that chewed my shoes, got a hold of my husband’s cowboy boots. For you non-Texans, these cowboy boots are like a pair of designer shoes. Ya’ll, they are on their way to the shoe hospital in hopes of being saved. Cross your fingers for his shoes. And Shah’s life.