As you know, I have a hate-hate relationship with Crocs.
And my dad's prostate cancer surgeon? Bless his superman heart, but he was wearing crocs. I guess I just lose a tiny bit of respect when I see a professional person wearing them to work. (I suppose I can forgive somebody for wearing them around the garden.) But mostly, when I see dudes wearing them around town, ooh that really makes me, like, angry.
Well, why do I bring it up? Apparently October is the rainy season in Nicaragua and my hostess with the mostess Bridget recommended that I purchase rubber shoes. SO GUESS WHAT CAME IN THE MAIL TODAY? My brand new CROCS. I think they're actually kind of cute.
So, in the interest of being nice and unhypocritical, I am officially lifting my Crocs-ban. Congratulations Kay and Josette and cousin Jacqui!