Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Shoes...For Me?

I arrived home today to a fairly normal sight - a package from some Internet shoe store at our door. But here's where things get strange: on a hunch, I opened the package and found the neat black dress shoes ordered by Shira, were for me - not her.

But I already own a black pair of shoes, I explained to Shira. Why do I need another? She provided me with an answer, but I've since forgotten it, because it didn't fit my logical view of the world.

I think Shira's take a card from Dave's Wife's Play Book.

I'm not sure how to interpret this move. It's not "training" me, and it's not letting me do what I want. It's not nagging either. It's a practical solution to a problem I didn't even know I had. Odd.

9 years of marriage, and she still throws me curve balls.


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