It’s About Time

Back when I first got Winston, he had a bit of separation anxiety. He chewed stuff. Like these:

That’s not an inexpensive pair of ropers. Look at the doofus in the background.

I’ve just been wearing them anyhow. My pants leg covers them. But now, the soles are worn. They’ve had at least one new sole, and probably two heels. It’s been way past time to replace them. I bought a pair of square toe ones to knock around in, but they aren’t really goin’ to town boots, far as I’m concerned. So the last month, I’ve been upping my fashion game for the fall & winter.

Cavendar’s opened up a new shop in Midlothian, so this weekend, I checked it out and got these:

Man, they smell great and are super comfortable. They’ll be better when they are worn in.

Yesterday, I wrapped up this odyssey by dropping some pants to be hemmed up, and hit Men’s Warehouse to score a black sport coat I can use for dress or casual. Works with dress pants and jeans. I picked up new pants as well to go with it.

So I’m set.

I’m off this week, so I’ve been doing errands and gearing up for Thanksgiving. It’s a shitshow out on the roads so far. HEB was a retarded geriatric demolition derby. It was beyond nuts. How hard is it to notice that if the ass end of all the cars is facing away, you can’t turn down that way in the parking lot and to pick the next row where the ass ends are facing you. I got stuck, twice, by numbnuts going the wrong way and finding they really can’t grab that space that’s facing the away from them. Did that stop them? Nope.

Couldn’t wait to get home.

Tomorrow, I have stuff to do here at home, then, time to shoot and start some semblance of vacation.