Some day, I'm sure I'll grow up. Until then, I am going to continue getting a kick out of ridiculous things like these: 
They are my favorite pair of shoes. They're green. They're rubber. They have little froggy faces. I like to wear them with my rainbow-print thigh-high socks, an ensemble which some people might say is perfectly appropriate for a six year old but not so much for someone who's 28. Some might even say my taste betrays an almost clinical inability to keep my inner child, well, INNER.
I prefer to think of it as one of my lovable quirks.
(But if you disagree with me, I'm telling my mommy.)
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