Everything comes together. Just as I am finally knitting the slippers for Gerald, the slippers he's been waiting for almost a year, my own slippers finally decide to bite the dust.
What does this mean? Do I sit around my house in my slippers too much? Am I being punished for loving them just a little more than I should? Should I be looking for some kind of a sign?
"Whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, he stood there on Christmas Eve hating the Who's."
That's from the Grinch. I don't know why it comes to mind, other than I'm hoping the slippers stay together just long enough to warm my toes on Christmas morning. Otherwise, I'm going to be pissed. I'm going to feel Grinch-y.
Also, now Gerald is going to have toasty warm slippers, which he may or may not wear, while I have to wait until I knit and felt another pair for myself.