Will it ever end? I hope not. I'd much rather laugh everyday than think about world problems constantly.

Some of you may recall that my husband decided to take matters into his own hands and fix my shoes that had fallen apart. I swear he was a shoe maker in a former life, and I'm positive he was dirt poor.

The point of this little story is that we recently added a new puppy, Daphne, who is a Goldendoodle, to our family.  She is beautiful and we have completely fallen in love with her. As is the case with puppies, they like to chew, and she is no exception; we are always moving things out of her way and replacing said things with her toys.

Well, she chewed on Daniel's shoes and of course he said, “Don't worry I can fix them.” My daughter, having OCD, went ballistic when she saw how he had fixed them.  “ I'm sure you can afford another pair of those crappy shoes. I'm going out to buy you a pair as soon as I can!” Oh believe me she went on and on, and he kept egging her all the while.

In the meantime this is the sight we are treated to everyday. Sometimes he'll even be more fashionable and wear socks with them. I live for those days!

It was wschanz who commented on the story about my shoes. He said, ”A little glue and duct tape will fix those right up.” But I thought  he was kidding,  and I should have never shown that comment to Daniel.

P.S Don't you just love the white duct tape? I know, you don't have to say it, "A little black magic marker will fix that right up."

If anyone wants to refresh their memory of  his escapades with my shoes, here is the link.

http://open.salon.com/blog/cmgeery/2010/07/26/my_husband_tried_to_fix_my_shoes