I bought a pair of FitFlops today–the ones in black because they looked good with my jeans (meaning the jeans hid the little FitFlop logo emblazoned on the top of the flop.) With the salesperson’s smooth line “it’s like walking on sand” I was sold because, wheeeeee, I frickin’ love walking on sand. Yes, wet sand, dry sand, preferably not too hot sand, sinking sand, loose sand, tough sand, soft sand, aaaaaahh. Never mind that I have never ever been able to don thong-style footwear in my life. I gave up trying when I was a wee prepubescent because of the endless blistering and I was so much more the geek because of it. Remember the rainbow sided flop of the 70s? Sigh, to be so cool. In actual fact, all shoes at some point cause me pain, and between the toes, ack, mercy! Uncle! Have I learned nothing? Well, THIS time I am wearing them around the house for a few days. Then we’ll try a little further distance. Baby flops, as they say.