When we were packing last summer, Greg was hesitant to pack anything other than his crocs...he wanted to 'live a year in flip-flops'. With some convincing, he did pack some shoes, though said he wouldn't wear them.
True to his word, he didn't.
In January, in Georgetown, Bahamas, he gave them to a needy soul (sole?).
Though it has been suggested that he replace them once we returned to the land of shoe stores, he has refused.
Lately, he has found that his toes have been a bit chilly, especially in the cool, damp mornings.
Without even an 'I told you so', I knit up a solution to the problem...
Croc socks!
He admits he loves them!
His feet are warm, and he can keep 'living the dream' of a year in flip-flops.
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