Yo what's up/ With the boots on yer feet

The problem with being very proactive about getting rid of your worn out winter boots is that you really do need to replace them before there's a heavy snowfall warning and the heavens unload 10-15 centimeters of the fluffy stuff onto streets that you need to be walking on that very same day.

Not that I begrudge the snow. Like most people, I like this part of winter. And like dogs too, apparently. I took Shy Dog out for her constitutional this morning, to much delighted doggie frolicking. Since I was wearing itchy wool socks that made my not-so-warm leather boots pretty tight, I was not frolicking.

Boots. This weekend. I swear. I'll just pick some and buy them.