For Christmas, a friend of ours gave us the most random present that at first we thought was an ordering mistake. From the friend who gave us a high-class serving tray with spaces for four photos that we just love gave us Moon Shoes! If you've never heard of them, they're these things you strap to your feet that have all these rubber bands that put a bounce in your step. We finally put them together last night. When we first opened the box, we saw a whole bunch of rubber bands--like 100! And there are only six slots for the bands. We put the bands on and they didn't do much, so Margaret actually read the instructions and found out that we needed to put multiple bands on for different weights. Evidently a 350 lb. person would require all 100 bands, but for our purposes, we only needed three per peg. When we finally got the things put together (with plenty of snapped and bruised fingers to show for it) they were hilariously fun. Brent and Janis were over, and we all had a crack at them. We took them outside and Margaret pointed out that the instructions specifically state that they are not to be used in roadways due to the danger of being hit by a car. I guess that means they're SO fun that you won't even notice large vehicles hurtling toward you. Leave it to Brent to strap on the Moon Shoes and HEAD STRAIGHT FOR THE ROAD! Always one to break the rules, that Brent. Fortunately we live on a quiet street, so the only thing that was injured was our reputation with the neighbors. I'm sure they all thought we were crazy, laughing and screaming out on the street in the middle of the night bouncing in our Moon Shoes. Actually, Margaret really liked them because they didn't hurt her knee, which has given her problems ever since that horrific polo accident in college. Maybe she'll start using them to go jogging--as long as she does it under the cover of darkness, because if anyone saw her jogging around in them, I'm sure they'd report her. Well, maybe not--in our neighborhood, people can run around naked without people even raising an eyebrow (however if some unwitting suburbanite makes the mistake of parking a Hummer there, they shouldn't be surprised to come back and find that it's been keyed or had paint dumped on it--we're fine with nudity, not fine with needless environmental destruction and phallic compensation.) Anyway, thanks for the random Christma-hannu-kwanzaa gift, Leslie!
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
For Christmas, a friend of ours gave us the most random present that at first we thought was an ordering mistake. From the friend who gave us a high-class serving tray with spaces for four photos that we just love gave us Moon Shoes! If you've never heard of them, they're these things you strap to your feet that have all these rubber bands that put a bounce in your step. We finally put them together last night. When we first opened the box, we saw a whole bunch of rubber bands--like 100! And there are only six slots for the bands. We put the bands on and they didn't do much, so Margaret actually read the instructions and found out that we needed to put multiple bands on for different weights. Evidently a 350 lb. person would require all 100 bands, but for our purposes, we only needed three per peg. When we finally got the things put together (with plenty of snapped and bruised fingers to show for it) they were hilariously fun. Brent and Janis were over, and we all had a crack at them. We took them outside and Margaret pointed out that the instructions specifically state that they are not to be used in roadways due to the danger of being hit by a car. I guess that means they're SO fun that you won't even notice large vehicles hurtling toward you. Leave it to Brent to strap on the Moon Shoes and HEAD STRAIGHT FOR THE ROAD! Always one to break the rules, that Brent. Fortunately we live on a quiet street, so the only thing that was injured was our reputation with the neighbors. I'm sure they all thought we were crazy, laughing and screaming out on the street in the middle of the night bouncing in our Moon Shoes. Actually, Margaret really liked them because they didn't hurt her knee, which has given her problems ever since that horrific polo accident in college. Maybe she'll start using them to go jogging--as long as she does it under the cover of darkness, because if anyone saw her jogging around in them, I'm sure they'd report her. Well, maybe not--in our neighborhood, people can run around naked without people even raising an eyebrow (however if some unwitting suburbanite makes the mistake of parking a Hummer there, they shouldn't be surprised to come back and find that it's been keyed or had paint dumped on it--we're fine with nudity, not fine with needless environmental destruction and phallic compensation.) Anyway, thanks for the random Christma-hannu-kwanzaa gift, Leslie!
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Boy you can tell you are a high class Indian when you can turn in your moccasins for a pair of moon shoes
From the friend who gave us a high-class serving tray with spaces for four photos that we just love gave us Moon Shoes!
To quote my good friend Cordelia Chase, What, I can't have layers?
I thought Shrek said that?....
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