Toes, toes, toes.

From one of the 4 year-old girls in the little man's pre-school class: "I like your shoes!"

It's November 13th, and I'm still wearing sandals. Honestly, I don't know why, but for some odd reason, even though I live in a state that boasts temperatures below 50 degrees for, oh, 8 months of the year, I insist on wearing sandals until Thanksgiving (at the very least). And then as soon as mid-March rolls around, they come back out in all their sandal-y glory. I loooove the things. Maybe because they make it possible for me to pretend that summer's still here.

Ya know... I could just move to a warmer state...

But really, what would be the fun in that?