Ever tried on proper ugg boots? They are toastie little foot clouds. If you want to keep them nice, it's clean dry feet only, absolutely no socks. Aus or NZ brands only (as much as it pains me to say it, NZ may do this one thing a little better).
I refuse to say that NZ does or can do anything better than Australia (except play rugby union, but that doesn't matter). I also must disagree on the "no socks in ugg boots" rule: however clean and apparently dry your feet may be, they are always sweating, at least a bit. This sweat is absorbed by a sock: no sock, it gets absorbed by the ugg boot. Over time, this makes for truly manky boots. Ugg boots with socks, forever!
You know, I’ve always wanted to do something different, but I’ve never considered, as a way to fulfill that desire, doing something different. Kat Valdez’s wise words have inspired me today, and I will carry that inspiration forward to every future mathalon I find myself competing in.
Did Diane ask you what you wanted her to cook, and you said, "Steak, Diane". Orrrrr....are you referring to a tenderloin steak with a medium light Dijon mustard and a dollop of heavy cream?
How to tell a boy i love him and coming to terms that i will get rejected? -Laila
How to tell a boy i love him and coming to terms that i will get rejected? -Laila
Ever tried on proper ugg boots? They are toastie little foot clouds. If you want to keep them nice, it's clean dry feet only, absolutely no socks. Aus or NZ brands only (as much as it pains me to say it, NZ may do this one thing a little better).
I refuse to say that NZ does or can do anything better than Australia (except play rugby union, but that doesn't matter). I also must disagree on the "no socks in ugg boots" rule: however clean and apparently dry your feet may be, they are always sweating, at least a bit. This sweat is absorbed by a sock: no sock, it gets absorbed by the ugg boot. Over time, this makes for truly manky boots. Ugg boots with socks, forever!
At which point I grant them a viking funeral and accept the loss as the price paid to experience fleece betwix't my toes.
Oh, no! The feeling of fleece betwixt my toes is precisely why I wear socks with ugg boots. Each to their own, I guess.
P.S. How nice to run in to a fellow country-person in the comments, this late in the piece.
Vale, Gooped.
You know, I’ve always wanted to do something different, but I’ve never considered, as a way to fulfill that desire, doing something different. Kat Valdez’s wise words have inspired me today, and I will carry that inspiration forward to every future mathalon I find myself competing in.
Did Diane ask you what you wanted her to cook, and you said, "Steak, Diane". Orrrrr....are you referring to a tenderloin steak with a medium light Dijon mustard and a dollop of heavy cream?
...a bit heavy on the cognac, but some will burn off. But you don't like the shrooms of mush. I'll have to just sauté more shallots.
I want to know why Trixie can't watch Euphoria... like it's only the best series on TV right now!
I am going to assume, because she has half a dozen jobs and cannot physically stretch time to add more hours in a day.