The other night, the sight of our three pairs of mud(etc.)-caked boots made me smile. I have fancy cowboy boots for going out, but the pair that goes to the barn and sloshes through puddles is the pair that fits best and is therefore my favorite.
They are, however, limited to the barn. Some people, particularly in restaurants and the movie theater, do not appreciate the rich, honest smell emanating from my boots. Now if only my car didn't also sport eau de poop!
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Can't say that I'm quite so discerning. My riding boots are also my goin' out boots. I just scrape a layer off.
Of course, I live in a small town where getting dressed up means putting on clean Carhartt's.
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