First World Problems

Yesterday we were helping my dad figure out his new property.  He bought the house next door, which is a giant nine-acre triangle.  A triangle.  Former farmers who were trying to divide your farms, you suck.  My dad now has four pieces of land: the one his house sits on, a tiny triangle of his backyard that stops at the pond, a strip along a fence, and now a giant triangle to the south of him.  SO weird.  His county requires a certain amount of frontage and a certain acreage to divide, so he wanted my Whiz-Kid Wonder Honey to figure out how to carve a square (ish) out of that triangle.

It was balls cold yesterday.  I wore my buffalo-hair scarf, my wool coat with hood, and even my very warmest acrylic zip-up thing that looks like hairy chenille.  I don't know why acrylic sweaters are so warm, but I have a knit one that would even make me sweat in a Jack London novel.  But alas, acrylic socks are not warm, and fake leather plastic ankle boots are not warm either.

The honey just bought new work boots, which he of course brought along to wear while he worked.  He also keeps a set of work boots at my dad's house, because he is so polite that he dresses up a little when we go there but because he is also willing to help my dad care for the bison.  Isn't he the best?

SO.  Two pairs of boots, men's size 10.  One pair of feet, women's size 7.5.  Which is like a 5.5 in  guys.  Which no one sells.  So if I get boy shoes, they have to be for BOYS.  Like "Youth".  Like "Kids".  Which makes for some amusement.

I borrowed the honey's boots with the Thinsulate, and boy, were they warm.  Because I'm a mean old bitch, I made him wear the old ones without Thinsulate.  They were so fantastic that it renewed my desire to get some winter boots.  Plus, I need some to put in my car emergency kit, in case I'm ever stranded on the road in winter.  (You Iowans will understand this perfectly.)

I looked at the Sporting Goods store where he got his, and they had a women's version!  But only in 6 or 10.  Ha.  I looked a couple other places, and ended up ordering some from Endless.  I may feel a little bit silly in them, but if they fit, it might be worth it to not end up like some grizzled old forty-niner.

Elegant, right?  I tried some amazing Sorels last year that were classy and beautiful, but they fit really weird.  So I am stuck looking like a doofus.  A doofus.