Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Be careful what you wish for

Remember last year when I declared my desire to own those adorable monkey slippers? Well obviously, I got them. Apparently, my family seems to think that I whine when I don't get my way, so Jenn decided to save everyone the pain of listening to me by getting me the cute foot attire for Hanukkah. Don't they look great on my chubby feet?

And boy are they comfy. I wear them pretty much all day around the house, outside to get the mail, sometimes even when I'm driving if I don't plan to get out of the car but let's not tell anyone about that because I think it's probably illegal. Since I am obviously happy with the slippers, why the title of my post? Well, I'm not the only one that loves my slippers. Chase adores them too. He even named them Ew and Aw. Except he doesn't want to wear them, he wants to talk to them. And he expects them to talk back--all day long. Now who do you think gets to provide the voice for these two little sock monkeys? That's right, mama does. So instead of relaxing with my feet propped up in my chair, I have to repeat the same mindless conversation with Chase over and over and over and over. If I try to ignore his requests that "Monkeys talk me", Chase starts grabbing my toes and twisting until I begrudgingly wiggle my foot and ask him "How are you today Chase?" in my best monkeyish voice. I guess I could just stop wearing them, but then instead of seeing their cute little button eyes, I'd have to look at my ugly feet. Not sure which option is the greater torture at this point.


  1. Anonymous6:06 PM

    This is hilarious! I actually LOL when I read this post! Keep up the great entertainment! Teresa

  2. As I said before, I love the slippers. But, I love your story surrounding the slippers even more. LOL.

  3. Thanks guys. Now, every time I encounter some form of child induced torture, I will think of you and how I can twist it around to make you laugh. My pain is your gain. :-P