Okay, the response to yesterday's post is reminding me of when Matt was in Asia and my car battery died and I panicked before remembering that I have six to eight people very nearby who are always poised and ready to swoop in and offer help. Could I have pressed pause on the shipping and explored other options, such as driving 40 minutes to the UPS store across the border or, I don't know, asking my dozen or so American blog friends who have never, not once, displayed anything but a warm and open willingness to be kind and helpful.
Ipso facto ergo WHY AM I LIKE THIS.
Final plea entered for the shoes not being pink:
Angus's text: 
The link to the shoes on the actual website.
Matt also assured me that they were not pink, but he's colour blind - once the kids barred him from going down to a hotel pool wearing bright red trunks and a burgundy t-shirt - so at this point, throwing my hands up and settling down to having sent my son sick pink shoes.
Okay, I just texted Angus again, and I am more confused than ever. Is it the lines around the shoe that everyone thinks are pink, or the mesh in the middle? On the website it says 'acid orange, core black, acid red'. Angus said the mesh is a pinkish red. Now I don't even know which colour we're arguing about.
Do you remember The Dress? I feel like I have recreated the phenomenon, except instead of an evenly divided cohort I'm the only one on my side. My mom wants to get him shoes for his birthday as well, and I think I'm going blue this time. At least I hope so. Maybe I'll run the options by on here first? Bad enough that I can't trust my memory, now I can't process the colour spectrum reliably either! OH MY GOD, is this another perimenopause thing?
Just to even out the phone name reveal, this is my hilarious neurotic daughter texting me Tuesday night:
Her name in my phone comes from this song, which I heard for the first time on The Greatest American Hero which, now that I stop and think about it, was a really unhinged show. One of her teachers saw it at some point and Eve texted "my teacher says she loves you" - then they did a unit on protest songs and she got to use that one. When I saw The Headstones at Bluesfest they sang the song and all of my friends started laughing and pointing at my phone. I get that it's not a warm fuzzy reference, but I still like it, and reclaiming is a thing, right? When Eve was little she was a whole force - loud, commanding, self-assured and very difficult to divert from any course she had decided on. Once her nails were painted and she thought she could wash off the nail polish. I told her we had to use nail polish remover and I would help her in a few minutes. I found her in the bathroom perched on the step stool, with globs of soap sitting on all her little fingernails, and she looked up and said "maybe you'll be right and maybe I will, we'll just see". She exploded our lives in the best possible way. Angus used to call her in to his room to kill the bugs for him, so I'm not sure when having to burn down her apartment over a moth came into play, but life wears us all down, doesn't it?
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I mean, moths ARE so fluttery and spastic.
I DO remember the dress! I think I saw gold and cream.
Oh, god, The Dress. It's odd, but when I first glimpse it, it's blue and black, but the longer I look at it, it morphs into gold and ivory. I AM MAGIC.
I would have thought that Acid Orange would be sort of like traffic cone orange. Whatever. As long as Angus likes them, it doesn't matter.
Bug killing in our household is evenly split. I am scared of spiders, but I get so angry that they dare to be in my home that I forget how scary they are and just kill them. Hard. Moths are gross because they invariably leave that smear of grayish glowing stuff. Ugh.
Maybe it depends on the bug. I will catch and release some kinds (bees, wasps, spiders, ladybugs), kill others (ants, because I am seeing more and more in the kitchen and we've reached the lethal methods tipping point), but if there's a roach, I flee and Beth or Noah has to come kill it and throw it out in the public garbage can on the sidewalk in front of the house, NOT in our kitchen trash can. I imagine responses are very individual. (Beth for instance won't get near anything that stings. Her criteria are possibly more logical than mine.)
I lived alone for many years so had to kill many bugs during that time. Now that I am married, I feel like I am entitled to not having to do that job. But I took on plenty of other gross jobs, like taking rectal temps, giving suppository tylenol to our son who refuses to take fruit-flavored meds, and using the nose frida to suck snot out of their noses (which had a filter to prevent me from coming into content with the snot, but still grossed the heck out of my husband). I did have to kill a centipede type of creature that was crawling in our sink the other morning because Phil was not around to do the job. Ay yi yi. Creepy crawly things really really bug me. ALL THOSE LEGS!!
I think the shoes include the color peach. They called it red but to me it is not red. Not pink either. I bet it would look even more orange if it was not next to the "trim" color which they call "Acid Orange". There is another shoe color on that page called "Lucid Orange" which would not allow anyone to escape the authorities, it is so bright. I like the choice you made. And more importantly, it sounds like the recipient likes it.
Re the killing of bugs in the house. I will leave spiders alone, because I reason that they kill the nastier bugs. But when I see one of those harmless bugs with a million legs (silverfish?) I will attack it mercilessly, yelling and screaming. The more noise one makes, the more effective the bug murder is.
Eve of Destruction has done well in vanquishing the foe.
Acid orange? ACID RED? What does any of that even mean? On the website, the cloth-ish and triangle/claw marks on the shoes looks, to my eyes, like SALMON, which I would argue is both pink and orange. The bottom part of the shoes looks, to my eye, like a sherbert-y color of orange, and it may be the Mandela Effect but I believe 100% that it is sherBERT and not sherBET even if I am wrong. There is another non-black color that looks, to my eyes, like a soft yellow that could be leaning into the orange side of its hue, but still, I'd call it yellow. NOWHERE do I see red. I made you a diagram and emailed it to you.
I love the story about Eve's phone moniker. I also love "maybe you'll be right and maybe I will, we'll just see." Sounds like a scientist to me. And a sassafras, but as the mother to her own sassafras, I quite enjoy that quality and it is not derogatory.
I don't mind moths, too much. Probably up to a size point, although I can't say what size would really begin to bug me out (PUN). I do not care for most other bugs. Spiders, up to a certain size point, you know it when you see it, get squished on sight because they have broken the Human/Spider Bargaining Agreement. After the squishable size limit has been exceeded, I leave my husband to deal with them (he is a trap-and-release-er) or I pretend I didn't see them.
I <3 Suzanne for emailing you a diagram, that’s awesome. The mesh part of the shoe being acid red supports the pink theory, while the trim being acid orange supports the orange theory, so we are both right. Also, I agree with Suzanne that salmon is the right color, and it is sort of a mesh between pink and orange, though I believe it leans more to the pink side of the spectrum.
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