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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