We have been cleaning and clearing lately, and today was the garage. While we were cleaning it out, I "suggested" (again) that Brian thin out his tennis shoe collection. The guy had 5 pairs around our household! Of course you need to understand that 3 of those pairs were for mowing... So, I proceeded to hold up the pair that was falling apart and the story began. "Bridgette, these are my favorite shoes... I know Bri... I have had these shoes since my first year in college... I know Bri... Did you know these are the first Shox EVER?... Really?... YES, and I loved them so much I went on Ebay and bought the white pair... Oh yeah, they do match... But these are falling apart... Me: Silence... Alright I'll throw them away but these are the only shoes going in the trash... Fair enough..." I thought we were going to have to bury them out by the garden and say a prayer! To match his sacrifice I cleared out 7 pairs of shoes and 11 purses. That sounds fair don't you think? Yeah right!
Here is PART of the damage...