Shoes.

New shoes. Old video (still pretty funny, though you have to endure a comercial).

Goody, Two Shoes.

Got me some Brass Boot walking gloves the other day. Deerskin with a sheepskin insole. I feel like some kinda cross between Dr. Doolittle and Ted Nugent.

roadtrip charleston

Lady Di and I started Saturday morning with a bang: we completed the Colleton County Rice Festival Rice Run 5K. She beat most of the walkers with an under 15-minute mile pace, and I managed to finish in just under 30 minutes. Another Clydesdale (er, heavy runner) and I lumbered along back and forth through most of the race. He beat me by a step. 'Course, we both got "chicked" by a 11-year old girl who scooted in front of us right at the end (here're the Results, if you're in to that sorta stuff). Yeah, yeah. Still, I bet I coulda beat her in a wing-eating contest!

After cleaning up a bit, we were off to The Holy City (that's Charleston, for the uninitiated) for lunch with one of Diane's most favorite former peers, Liz, and her husband, Charles, and the Med Bistro on James Island. From there we caught a movie, The Joneses, at the Terrace Theatre. The anti-conspicuous consumption message of the movie was evidently lost upon us; as we trundled off to to more shopping. I got a pair of cool new shoes at Phillips Shoes (I might show those off tomorrow).

We were playing the numbers, as you can see. Actually, do to the reckless action of a mean-spirited mailbox, we needed new numbers to go on the new mailbox and post we bought.

We like wild birds. We don't much care for squirrels. Neither do the people at the Wild Bird Store (squirrel-esque beard on the clerk notwithstanding).