Doots

Sometimes I call my boots "doots." One of the kids in my family used to do it, I think. It's adorable. Well, it's probably more adorable when someone age two does it as opposed to me doing it at 27.

Too bad. Doots.

Doots, doots, doots.

Here, finally after all two of your requests for my raindoots, er...rainboots, I finally have the pictures ready for you.

And just for fun (and so it can be stuck in your head, too), all I can hear while typing this is the song "These Boots are Made For Walking." What's even more awesome is that, while I obviously have heard of Nancy Sinatra, I'm probably part of an entire generation that associates that song with this:



You're welcome,

T