Saturday, March 22, 2014
Back in the seventies, I invested some hard earned cash in some really, really , really nice pair of work boots and another pair of hunting boots. I have stuffed these dogs of mine into them for years and each time, I take them off, I think "I need new boots." My toes were beginning to curl under like a giant bird. LOL
Prince and I went to our neighborhood Sears and I found the perfect pair of work boots and yesterday I initiated them in the yard. They are great but heavier than my previous pair or maybe me legs are not as strong as they were in my youth. Because by the end of the day I felt as if I had a dead wolverine on each foot or maybe a dinosaur. LOL
The Kitty Justice is to have the correct boots for the job.