It’s been nearly two years since I acquired my first pair of Crocs. I completely wore out the treads. Around that time I posted a picture of my little family in their nicely be-crocked feet. All neatly filed.
This is the scene as you enter our front door today:
A) Those Crocs engaged in a little hanky panky and were fruitful and multiplied!
B) Since the addition of another little Croc-wearer, my housekeeping skills have gone straight to a hot place.
C) I live with a bunch of slobs.
D) All of the above.
If you chose D), you win the prize. That is, if I had a prize to award you.
And please note, the junior Croc wearers of the family are relegated to Croc Noc-offs. (Not a real brand name, although I may have just invented it.)
Just please, for the love of all that is good and holy, don’t ever wear black socs and crocs.
This from middle-aged broad who wears her hot pink crocs with Tigger overalls. I’m just fashion forward like that.