It Wouldn't Be Summer Without Them

I got some good work done on my sandal tan lines this weekend. These particular tan lines were shaped by the Mexican sandals. They're my favorite footwear because:

1. I got them in Mexico last summer, and they remind me of our week pretending we were the wealthy, resort-living types.

2. They were ten bucks! I wore a pair of $60 Nike sandals for four summers and even put new velcro on them. When one of the straps broke, I stitched it back together. I was determined to get my money's worth. I'd gotten my money's worth out of my Mexican sandals before we'd even left Mexico, so everything since has just been bonus sandal time. I should put that in my profile: I'm cheap.

3. They're sandals! This is the next best thing to being barefoot. Mrs. Rodius doesn't like to be barefoot because she thinks she has ugly feet. She doesn't. They're tiny, and as we all know, anything tiny is cute. But she still wears socks all the time, even around the house in Austin in the summer. Me, I'd be permanently barefoot if it weren't for sharp, pointy things and the societal standards that say that bare feet do not qualify as acceptable work attire. Not that they would be suitable work attire either, but I've been thinking about trying Crocs lately, mostly because the University Co-op has them in Longhorn orange and white. Even though they're full of holes, though, I kind of think they wouldn't be barefooty enough for me.

So for me, sandal tan lines are a sign of a good summer. So far this year, they've mostly been developing through yard work, but yesterday, I played 18 holes of disc golf with two guys I met through the Austin Stay-at-Home Dads group. I'm terrible at disc golf. In fact, one of the guys had never played before, and was flinging borrowed discs. He beat me by three strokes, and I've been playing for years, that's how good I am at this "sport." I feel obligated to put "sport" in quotes because disc golf probably approaches bowling in how much beer the average player consumes while participating. The SAHDs and I did not add beer to the competitive mix yesterday, though, mostly because beer doesn't sound so refreshing at 9:00 on a Sunday morning. But we could have. We'd have been well within our disc golfing rights.

So, there you go. A picture of my hairy foot. Happy Summer to you!