Mostly True Memoirs
THE PUPPY CHEWED THEM UP
I once had a pair of shoes that I loved.
And then the puppy chewed them up.
Actually, he only chewed up the left one.
But the right one was rendered useless because one good shoe is of no use to me.
I threw the shoes in the garbage.
Later, I found them in my closet.
“Where did these come from?” I asked The Husband.
“I found them in the trash. They’re perfectly good. Why did you throw them out?”
I showed him the wrecked shoe.
And I threw them out again.
When we moved to Texas and I was unpacking a box, I found the shoes.
Again.
“Where did these come from?” I asked The Husband.
We proceeded to repeat our previous conversation.
Although he denied that we ever had ever spoken on this topic before.
I threw the shoes out again.
Today, much to my surprise, I found the shoes lined up neatly by the back door.
“Where did these come from?” I asked The Husband.
We proceeded to repeat the now-well-rehearsed conversation.
And he proceeded to deny, again, that we had ever spoken on this topic before.
I threw the shoes out again.
What do you want to bet that, like a bad penny, these shoes will show up again?