“That Pile of Laundry…it Waved at Me!”

The IDF needs a marketing man, to popularize their Paladium commando boots in the US. With the red-hot fad that would result, Israel could retire its national debt.

I am wearing IDF boots right now. I bought them a couple of years ago at Israelmilitary.com. They were a lot less expensive back then. The price has gone up by twenty bucks. I miss the strong dollar.

IDF boots are like high-top Converses, except they have a much better sole. So you get the cool and comfort of a sneaker, with a boot sole that stands up to real life.

I had to do some mulching today, and I have to poison the entire yard with granules again. I have to clean the patio and do some other crap. I’ve been wearing tennis shoes to do this kind of stuff, but crud falls in around my ankles. The higher tops on the IDF boots are much better; they deflect debris.

I bought the wrong size last time. I couldn’t remember which European size I took, so I guessed, and these are half a size too big. I corrected that today, via Ebay, where they’re considerably cheaper.

I am getting more and more eccentric, I guess. Today I hit Old Navy and bought two pairs of cargo shorts. I usually wear Ralph Lauren shorts, but a couple of weeks ago, I wore a pair to Man Camp, and Val set them on fire. I realized my life is too dangerous for $60 shorts. At least when Val is drinking Bud and doing things that involve combustion. So I have two new pairs of fairly hideous $19 shorts. I’m not sure the pockets will hold a pistol; I’ll worry about that later.

I have this awful desire to buy a pickup and dress like a mental patient for the rest of my life, except when I am forced to put on good clothes. The cargo shorts…the boots…my straw Stetson…I could be the American cousin of Fred Dagg.