I've got some bad feet. Hopefully, someday my son will inherit his mother's feet and the line - three generations of Ward-men with bad feet - will be broken.
And cruddy feet aren't what you want in this here city. If my feet were animals in the cretaceous period and were subject to the survival of the fittest, they would easily be killed and eaten by some very medium sized herbivore feet, on accident.
So, not only do I have sub-Darwinian feet, I came to NYC totally unprepared for the cold and wet walks. However, the days of my feet being frozen and crippled fish are over. A pair of very warm Uggs are covering my dogs right now and good lord are they nice.
Come to find out, Uggs are pretty darn popular up here. Just yesterday, there was a line stretching out the Ugg store. I've heard of that kind of furor being associated with iphones, Cabbage Patch Dolls, and Carman concerts, but with boots?
Well, I beginning to see why. I'm here to tell you, they are some comfy mofos and a welcome womb for my war-wearied feet. Not the "slickest" looking boot in the world, but they sho is cozy. Me likey. Thanks Mom and Dad Evans!!!